#but. no yeah if it didnt make me mad it was gonna probably slide and nothing would have happened. or at least not this point

[thecherrygod]

im not really that kind of person but sometimes i think i should use the blacklist options on this website

[princessbrunette]

we know john b is the sweetest man alive and he loves you more than anything and would NEVER hurt you. but imagine just one day you’re being particularly bratty and daddy john b just ain’t having it cuz he’s had a bad week pretty much. and this man puts you over his knee and spanks you for the first time ever. he feels so so bad after but he also low key enjoyed it seeing you squirm in pain and cry on his lap as he slaps your ass repeatedly making you count the number of spanks

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his whole demeanour changes !! john b is usually so soft and understanding and sweet, but if you’ve seen him actually really mad, especially if he’s stressed — he can be scary.

crowding up against you in the kitchen of the chateau, the bratty pout on your face slowly falling, staring up at him with wide eyes as he speaks. he doesn’t raise his voice, not once— speaking to you quietly, but somehow that’s even more intimidating. “you think i wanna be dealing with your attitude right now, huh pup? i got a million people up my ass, my friends are goin’ off the wall and now you’re acting up. i can’t let it slide babe, s’not gonna happen i’m sorry, not this time.” he wraps a hand around your arm and drags you to the couch, forcing you over his lap.

you were spoiled, because you were just used to him giving in and babying the attitude out of you, so you’re instantly fighting it, in tears. “john b!” you cry out and he brings his hand down over your ass, loud crack echoing through the small living space.

“go ahead and count that for me, yeah?” he commands dryly, waiting for you to comply. you sniffle, taking everything in, regretting your actions and he speaks again. “no really because i can sit here all day and wait or i can just keep slapping your ass until you speak, so which is it?” he barks out coldly.

“one!” you answer.

“good. there you go, pup good job.” he still sounds pissy as he continues, spanking you until he feels you’ve had enough. by the end, he’s managed to work out some of his frustration and feels a little bad for punishing you so severely. “alright, i hear you baby. c’mere.” he helps you sit up, pulling your cheek to his chest and gently rubbing the sore skin of your ass.

“im sorry daddy, i didnt mean to make you mad.” you hiccup, and he tilts his head, trying to find your gaze with a creased brow of concern.

“it wasn’t that…” he sighs. “daddies a little stressed right now as you can probably tell. just couldn’t… handle the bratty behaviour today. i’m sorry, puppy.” his arm comes up to wrap around your shoulders, hugging you.

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[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 17]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, intercrural sex, lots ‘o teasing, dirty talk/the absolute tiniest bit of degradation, some cum play/cum eating, seungcheol having a kink for thighs/thigh highs 😳😗 welcome to the weekend my bbys!! I hope yall are having a good day/night!! Also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow(also an updates post)!! 💕 Might be a regular thing for the next 4-ish weeks ‘cause I have been so busy this month 😭 and I can’t believe there’s only 3 more chapters of CB left!! 😭😭 some bangers on the way tho LMAO 🤣 As always, thank you so much for the love and support!!💕💕 Have a great rest of your weekend and enjoy ch 17![cheol voice] seventeen right here 😌💕🍒 

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Seungcheol doubles over in laughter, tears blurring his vision as his laughs turn into quiet wheezes.

“God, this is so embarrassing.” Seokmin mutters; cheeks burning crimson when he glances over to Jeongguk who shrugs back. “Maybe I really should quit…”

Jeongguk scoffs jokingly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have lied. No offense, but all the staff here probably have at least seen her before and you just so happened to lie to her actual boyfriend. That’s honestly really lucky if you ask me! You should buy a lotto ticket!” Seokmin whines back, shifting on his heels as he watches Seungcheol start to wipe the tears away.

“Hyung, can you please take this Edible Arrangements I got you so I can go ask Namjoon-hyung to fire me?” This only causes Seungcheol to laugh harder and this time, Jeongguk can’t help the giggle that bubbles past his tightly pursed lips.

“Please!” Seokmin begs, shaking the basket of skewered fruit at the older male. “I heard the diner across down is still hiring, I can still save the rest of my dignity if I leave now!”

Seungcheol shakes his head, eyelashes wet with tears when he takes the gift from Seokmin’s hands to place it on the countertop of the concession stand. “Hate to break it to you but she works there and one of the staff is also one of her regulars so I think your best bet is workin’ here. Embarrassment and all.”

“So, okay… But you’re not mad?”

Jeongguk peels the cellophane off of the basketed fruit, looking to Seungcheol for permission before he takes a skewer. “Go ahead. And no, I’m not mad. If anything I should apologize too, I shouldn’t have let you keep lying when I already knew. But also, to be fair, we weren’t really… official ‘til recently.” Seungcheol shoots the younger male a sheepish smile; cheeks a pretty pink of their own. “And it’s kinda been nice meeting you guys too. It’s great to know you’re not all weirdos.”

Seokmin laughs lightly, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cool, ‘cause this place pays really well and I’d hate to stop working here and you guys are a lot cooler than the coworkers I had before.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, leaning up against the countertop as he picks off a strawberry from the basket.

“Don’t even get me started on this coworker I had at the last place. His name was Mingyu, I think? Suuuuuch a kissass. I had to move to manning the register at all times just so I could avoid him pickin’ his nose in the backroom and then pretending like he was doin’ shit.”

“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”

Seokmin’s inquisitive voice has Seungcheol turning; setting the rollerskates in his hand down onto the bench. “Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that we’re, like, watching your girlfriend?” He tilts his head in thought, eyes blinking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to overstep or something if it’s weird, y’know? I’ve been thinking about what Jeongguk said earlier...”

Seungcheol grins back at him, eyes twinking. He’d also thought about that before too, when he first found out that Jeongguk had also watched your streams.

“I don’t really mind ‘cause at the end of the day, it’s you watching me fucking my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’m glad he took it… well?” You giggle, tugging the white thigh high up your leg.

Seungcheol pulls off his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed; tossing the wrinkled material onto the floor as he laughs under his breath.

“He did give me an Edible Arrangements while I laughed so hard I cried. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

xcaliburDK: good news, i didnt quit!!

chwenon: i was gonna say

chwenon: u literally started like last week

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

therealchan99: u look rly pretty in ur white set!!!

“Aww, thank you! It’s one of my favorites~ And ‘xcaliburDK’, I’m glad you didn’t quit!” You wink at the camera, giggling softly in Seungcheol’s lap as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.

A shiver runs up your spine at his gentle touches and you easily melt under his soft kisses and roaming fingertips. He ghosts them across your breasts, teasing you through the thin lace as you mewl and squirm against his cock that’s pressed firm against your ass. “A-ah, S--Seungcheol…”

tangerine_kwan: she looks so happy now that she can call ur name out lol

alphagyu97: now i cant pretend its me tho

gentleman_josh95: i mean i guess but are u even built like him

alphagyu97: well

Your body slowly starts to fill with warmth; soft stuttered breaths falling from your lips when he drags his fingers down your torso until they play with the hem of your panties. “M-more… tease me m-more…” He grins against your shoulder; hooking a finger around the waistband of your panties and tugging it away from you before letting it snap against your skin.

“‘Cheol!” Whining, your legs snap shut on impulse as you feel a gush of wetness soaking into your panties.

“Ah, ah, ah, part those legs, princess. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

kitty_junjun: no thats what the shibari stream is for right? Right? 😩

artist8hao: is that really happening bc i want to see it

alphagyu97: u guys should do it and think of it as like a rebrand of the channel ykwim

hoshi_tiger_xx: jdfkjhf like a grand re-opening under new management

therealchan99: what is this, a restaurant?

chwenon: u guys should come up with a new channel name too or sth

Seungcheol manages to read off a few of their comments; committing some to memory knowing that your eyes were still sealed shut as you focused on his soft touches.

He drags his fingers down further, humming when he can already feel how wet you were getting. “Hmm~ Already soaked through your pretty panties, baby~” Your head rolls back against his shoulder, nodding gently as you start to grind against the fingers that he uses to press into your clothed, wet folds.

“F-feels good w-when you, ah, t-tease me…”

Unbeknownst to you, Seungcheol smirks, eyes twinkling at the camera. “You really like it, huh? When I just touch you gently like this. Not enough to get you off but just enough to get you soaking wet until you’re begging for my cock.” He pauses; pressing a soft kiss to your skin. “I wanna try something with you, pretty baby~”

You gulp as you raise your head from his shoulder and he retracts his hands from your body as you shift your body and slightly turn to the side to face him.

Seungcheol’s eyes are blown wide with lust and you can already feel his cock throbbing against your lower back as he smiles dreamily at you.

“I think you’ll like it too.”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips as Seungcheol’s cock slides past your tightly clasped, yet shaky, thighs.

“O-oh, ‘Cheol, this--this is…” The words die on your tongue as your head falls forward and Seungcheol is quick to reprimand you, just as he draws his hips back.

“Baby, I want you to watch yourself on the screen. I want you to see your cute face while I tease your pretty body.” He moans; thrusting between your wet thighs as your hazy eyes peer at the laptop’s screen. Your lips are swollen and your pupils are blown wide when you catch yourself and you can see the head of Seungcheol’s cock only just breaching past your clamped thighs when he thrusts forward.

You let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he alternates between thrusting between your thighs and letting his cock slide against your soaked, panty-clad mound. 

He hadn’t bothered to undress you at all, but you didn’t mind. The material of your panties only added onto the pleasure with every drag of his cock against you.  

Seungcheol teases you even more; dragging his hands down to your thigh highs and letting his fingertips play right underneath the hems before pulling the material away from your thighs and letting them snap against your skin, much like he’d done with your panties.

“Ah, fuck, m-more! P-please…” He repeats the action a few more times, playing with the sheer fabric of your thigh highs before he draws his hips back. Except this time, when you expect him to thrust back between your legs, he wraps a hand around his cock instead, guiding himself until the head of his cock is rubbing up against the sheer fabric.

“Fuck, you’d look so pretty with cum all over your pretty thighs. I should cum all over your panties and your white ‘lil thigh highs and get them all soaked. Don’t you think they’d be cute? Sticking to you like a second skin? Translucent ‘n soaked through with my cum?” He laughs under his breath, watching through the laptop screen at the way you bite your lip and furrow your brows at the thought.

“I--I want t-that… I want S--Seungcheol t-to make, ngh, a m-mess…”

angelhan: i kno we say this all the time but can u upload some pics of that later

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universe_WZ: seconded cuz thatd look so fuckin hot

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alphagyu97: fuck, like a lil angel covered in cum

Seungcheol teases you and himself at the same time; rubbing his cock against your fabric-clad thighs. He spreads precum onto the material, licking his lips when it already becomes translucent and sticks to your skin.

He positions his cock back between your thighs once he’s had his fill and quickly finds himself doubling his pace when he sees how wet you’re getting his cock without even having taken your panties off. “God, look at you. I don’t even need to fuck you to get you this wet. You just need to rub your ‘lil cunt against my cock and it’s enough for you, huh? I should make you sit on my lap, rub your pretty ‘lil pussy on my cock ‘til you’re cumming over and over again.”

“Ngh, yes! Fuck, Seungcheol! I--I can feel your c-cock throbbing between my l-legs… Please, please c-cum, mmh, all over my s-skin…”

“That’s right, baby. So fuckin’ desperate to be covered in it too. And always so fuckin’ pretty when you are.”

You let out a whimper as you try to focus on watching yourself just like Seungcheol had asked you to. Your lips are parted in soft breaths and you can’t seem to unfurrow your brows as Seungcheol chases his pleasure behind you.

angelhan: what if

angelhan: seungcheol in thigh highs lmao

universe_WZ: sub.cheol

sleepy_wonu: sub.cheol

universe_WZ: jinx

sleepy_wonu: fuck u 

You lick your lips at the thought; although you knew Seungcheol would have a hard time relinquishing his dominating nature.

But your mind wanders as you continue to think about it; various images of Seungcheol tied up underneath you while you fucked yourself on his cock running through your mind. You let out a shaky moan, to which Seungcheol hums.

“What are you thinkin’ about, princess?”

“Um… ah, n-nothing…” He thrusts between your legs hard, making you jolt forward as you yelp.

“Princess...”

“I--ah! J-just thinking a-about… y-you tied up, ngh, to--to the bed and m-me fuh--fucking myself on your c-cock… ‘n me u-using, mmh, my toys o-on you...” Seungcheol smirks, pulling his cock from between your shaky thighs as he slightly pushes you over until you're on your back.

He spreads your legs as you look up at him and he’s quick to wrap a hand around his cock as he jerks himself off above you. “Oh, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d be so cute trying to be the domme for a night.” Seungcheol teases.

You find yourself clenching around emptiness as you think of the possibilities. You definitely wanted to try it if Seungcheol was willing.

“Fuck, but first, gonna cover your pretty body with my cum.” He groans; thrusting up into his palm as he chases his high.

“C-cum all over me, Seungcheol…”

The donations and comments sound off in the back as you maintain eye contact with Seungcheol who’s brows furrow when he starts to feel himself about to cum. He scoots back a little; growling when his cock throbs in his grasp and he cums all over your, already, soaked panties.

You let out a moan when rivulets of cum hit your lower abdomen and you’re quick to reach down and scoop some up to bring to your mouth, smearing the warm substance against your puckered lips before licking it off. Whimpering, you dip your fingers into your mouth; this time pretending they were Seungcheol’s instead of your own.

He guides his cock until the head is aimed at your thighs; streaks of cum settling into the sheer material of your thigh highs. “God, you’re so damn pretty...” Groaning, he milks his cock for every drop of cum before he’s stopping to catch his breath.

“You came so much but I didn’t cum yet, ‘Cheol~” Pouting, you turn your head to the side to face the camera. “Tell him he has to make me cum now~”

kitty_junjun: well u heard the lady!!

hoshi_tiger_xx: make her cum and let her cream her cute lil panties even more

therealchan99: oh fuck yeah, get her off without fucking her cute cunt

Seungcheol leans over your body until the two of you are almost face to face, eyes twinkling with playfulness when you feel his sticky hand playing with your thigh highs again.

“D’you hear that? Let’s give them what they want, baby.”

The sounds of donations and comments once again get lost as Seungcheol finds himself on his knees between your legs.

“Ready?”

When you slide into bed after your camshow’s ended and Seungcheol has properly taken care of you, he’s quick to tug you into his chest. 

The two of you let out soft sighs at the warmth that envelopes you both as you finally start to settle in for the night.

After a few minutes, Seungcheol clears his throat, catching you just before you drift off to sleep.

“This is so random but have you considered, I dunno, rebranding your channel… with me? I was thinking about it and kinda wanted your opinion...”

You blink up curiously at him, urging him to continue. “I mean, yeah, of course! I don’t really know where to start though since it’s always just been me. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to either so I never brought it up.” You snuggle into his warmth, yawning as the sleep threatens to take over.

“But let’s talk about it later, ‘cause ‘m tired now, ‘Cheol. You really didn’t have to make me cum twice…” You mumble, “I can still feel my legs shaking...”

His soft laugh reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to press a kiss against your hair as he tugs you in closer.

“It’s ‘cause I like to spoil you. And okay. I’ll remind you when you’re more conscious.”

“G’night, ‘Cheol...”

“Goodnight, baby.” 

[brelione]

Toxic PT 2 (Rafe Cameron X Reader)

Request:plz make a part 2 to toxic!!!!

Pt 1

Warnings:Smut,unhealthy relationships.

He had stayed awake for hours that night.He had tried calling you at least 20 times only for you to block his number.He had decided that enough was enough, getting dressed in actual clothes before quietly leaving his house and starting his drive to yours.

He hadnt been to your house in two weeks, you had claimed that it was too messy and that you didnt really want him to be there.He pulled into your driveway,seeing the red lights on through your window.

He had no idea why you liked the red lights so much but he figured you just had them because you could.He remembered the first time he had been over your house.

It had been a ‘date’.You two sat on your bed, scrolling through netflix.Your room was lit with the red led lights that were sticking to your wall, the remote not too far away. “Wait,wait...wait, hold on.Can I change the color?”He had asked, giggling like a child when you said yes.He had pressed all the buttons, making purple and blue before settling on a cotton candy pink. “Are you done?”You had asked, laughing at how excited he had been over colored lights.He nodded, finally handing you the remote back.

He got out of his truck,trying his best not to slam the door.He knew that your parents had gone to the mainland for the weekend.He reached under one of your plants to find the spare key,opening your door.

You had told him where it was in case of emergencies.You were his go to person whenever he got into an argument with Ward and didnt want to be at his house for a moment longer, instead driving to your house for a kiss, a hug and sex.

He licked his lips nervously, sighing before making his way upstairs and into your room, opening the door.It felt like it had been forever since he had sat on your bed with your body resting against him, his arms around your waist.

It had been long since you guys had even had a nice little moment like that, cuddling and innocent kisses.He loved sex but he still missed those little joys of the relationship.His eyes widened at what he saw.

You were on your bad in just your bra and underwear, the red light making your room look like the pits of hell.You turned to look at Rafe,sitting up and glaring at him.

 “What the fuck are you doing here?I blocked you for a reason, get the fuck out!”You shouted at him.Of course you were mad at him.It wasnt really mad about him cheating, you were more mad about who he had cheated on you with.Anyone else you could understand but you couldnt understand Ellie.

Even if he was high or drunk or whatever excuse he had.She was a total bitch.You didnt even consider Rafe your boyfriend, you had considered him more of a friend with benefits since you guys had began to drift emotionally.

He gulped,feeling himself beginning to shake. “I just-i want-want to fix things.”He mumbled, taking in a deep breath. “Yeah?You should’ve thought about that before you fucked Ellie.You think I give a shit about you,Rafe?You’re stupider than I thought, youre just my fuck buddy.Now get out of my house before I call the cops.”You glared up at him, watching his eyes fill up with tears.

He shook his head, trying to speak. “No,no you cant-you love me.You do!Have you been lying this whole time?”Tears rolled down his face,trying to breath but forgetting how.You licked your lips, leaning back on the mattress.You knew how this would end, with his cock buried inside of you as he tried to convince you that he actually cared about you.

 “Rafe, I dont love anyone.That includes you, okay?Its not my fault that you have a thing for me, thats on you.Its your fault for fucking some other bitch, understand?”You asked, not missing the way that his eyes flicked down to your slightly parted legs. 

“But….but you care about me?Dont you?”He asked but it sounded more like a sob.You sighed,shrugging. “Rafe, you know I dont give two shits about anybody.You’re just a good fuck, alright?”You needed him to understand.

You could tell that he was breaking apart right in front of you and it pulled at your heart strings as you watched him cry.You wanted to love him but it just didnt seem possible. “Stop crying, Rafe.”You stood up, wiping the salty tears from his face. “So….so are we done?Are we...we cant...we’re not fucking anymore?”He asked,making you laugh quietly.

 “No feelings attached, understand?”You asked.This was probably one of the worst things you had ever done.You were most definitely a toxic person and that was as clear as the water at the private beaches.

He nodded,sniffling a bit before blinking away the tears that were building up in his blue eyes.You stood on your tip toes, kissing him gently.He melted under your touch,his hands touching your waist lightly almost like he was scared he would break you.

He really loved you, he was positive that he did.He just couldnt figure out how to show it.You slowly stepped backwards,bringing him with you as you laid on the bed,your legs wrapping around his waist.You pulled away,leaving kisses and hickeys down his neck.He let out a soft moan, obsessed with the way you felt against his body.

He was obsessed with you in general, the way you made him feel was absolutely insane.His eyes focused on your face, you were now straddling him, the red light hitting your cheekbones beautifully.He didnt know when his shirt was pulled off, your eyes falling down to the hickies that Ellie had left.

 “Hmm...she’s not too good at that.”Your finger tips grazed his chest,stopping at every hickey the girl had left.He nodded, agreeing. “You’re so much better...she just wanted to make you mad.”He leaned up for a kiss only for you to push him back down,your hand on his throat. 

“I know, seems like she made you more mad though.”You looked over to your door, noticing the small dents the two of you had made.It only took a few more moments for the two of you to be completely naked,Rafe turning the two of you over so he could be in control.

He didnt need to take out anger, he just wanted to be gentle this time.He wanted to make you feel good so he could apologize, wanting to enjoy this with you now in case this was his last time being in your bed.He slid in and out of you slowly, hitting all the spots deep inside of you.He wanted to whisper that he loved you over and over again.

No feelings attached,he remembered,instead just resting his head in the crook of your neck as you tugged at his hair.He was trying not to cry,biting hard on his lip to hold back the tears,pressing his body against yours, clinging onto you like a life line. 

“Rafe...Rafe,please….please go faster.”You whimpered,your legs around his waist, trying to urge him to go faster. “Hmm….why should I?”He grinned,looking down at you.You rolled your eyes, gripping his jaw. “Because you love me,dont you?”You asked.He gulped,nodding.

 “Then why dont you want me to feel good?Dont you want me to feel good,daddy?”You pouted,grinning when you saw his eyes widen.He was quick to speed up,pulling out so his tip was barely grazing your entrance before slamming in,his eyes rolling back at the scream you let out. 

“Fuck, Rafe.”You whimpered,nails scratching red lines into his back. “You’re so tight….you feel so good.”He moaned,nails digging into your hips. “Did Ellie feel this good?”You asked,tugging at his hair so he’d look up at you. “No...never.”He answered, leaning down to kiss you gently. 

“I know.”You bit down on his lip,able to tell that he was close. “Im gonna cum.”He was bruising the skin of your thighs but you didnt care. “Hold it.”You told him.He looked surprised, never hearing that from you before. “What?”He asked.

 “Hold it.”You repeated,turning him onto his back, fingertips pressing into his throat as you rolled your hips against him. “Please.”He clenched his eyes shut, in physical pain from his need to finish. “Nope, you fucked another girl.You dont deserve it.”You answered, squeezing harder on his throat as you came,getting off of him.

He was angry, staring down at his still hard cock. “But-but what about me?”He asked as you panted,getting your panties back on. “You should’ve thought about that before.You should go, ive got things to do.”You pulled on a pair of short shorts, not bothering to put on a bra as you pulled a thin yellow shirt on.

He had seen the shirt on his floor before, peeling it off of your body and throwing it to the floor.He felt tempted to look through your closet for any of his clothes, any proof that you had once been his.

He had plenty of your stuff, a small stuffed animal, a gold ring that he often wore on his pinkie, sunglasses that you had left at his poolside.He kept your stuff mainly to reassure himself that you were an actual person and that you guys were actually together.He had wondered if you did the same, knowing that you probably didnt but wanted a solid answer anyways.

 “What?”He asked,his voice cracking.You sighed,putting your hair into a bun, sliding on your shoes. “You heard me, Rafe.”You replied,handing him his shorts from your floor.He was still shaking as he pulled on his clothes, his hair disheveled and his face red.

 “So- so tomorrow?Like, you’ll come over tomorrow and we can do some stuff.”He played with his fingers anxiously, taking in a deep breath. “Okay.”You answered, tying your converse. “Okay...um...will you unblock me?”He asked, tapping his foot on the floor.You shook your head, telling him to leave.

He closed your door, trying not to think too much as he got into his truck, staring up at your window,seeing you leaning your elbows on the window sill,smoking a blunt.

He knew that relationships should never be like this you were as toxic as they come but he just couldnt get enough of you.It really did suck but it was just the way things were and he’d have to learn to accept it, backing out of your driveway.

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Drinks and Sunsets

7:00 AM (3 hours before the match starts)

“Renee!! Wake up please, there is breakfast!” Natalie shouted at the closed door infront of her. Renee had fallen asleep at an ungodly time trying to find out more about herself and well, it didnt work out the way she wanted. She groaned, squeezing her eyes tight while moving her arms up. She stretched and eventually popped her shoulder which caused her to scream but not really scream if you understand what I mean. She cursed at herself for not going to sleep earlier knowing that there was a game today. She sat up, shading her eyes from the window that shown the bright sun. Her head turned to the door when she heard knocks coming from the other side. “someone’s there” Renee’s voices whispered, echoing throughout her ears. “No shit sherlock,” She hissed.

“Wra- I mean Renee~ wait no- sorry. Renee are you gonna eat?” Elliot sputtered, clearing his throat. “Depends on what it is,” She sighed. “It’s uH..pancakes I think? I dont know, Ramya was chosen to be the one who cooks today. They looked..burnt,” He explained, shuddering from the thought of Ramya’s pancakes. “I guess, give me a minute to get dressed and I’ll head out. Wait for me?” Renee asked, getting up and walking to her dresser. “Uh..yeah, yeah I’ll wait for you. Dont worry about a thing..you worried cause I’m not..haha..ha..,” Elliot trailed off, sliding down to the floor until he hit his arse on the concrete. Renee chuckled to herself in his stupidity and got dressed. She wore a black tank top with short grey shorts and her black sneakers with her ankle high socks (black of course). She unlocked her door and peered over to the tall man crouched next to her door, falling asleep.

“Wake up Elliot, I thought I was the one to wake up hm?” She flicked his forehead, causing him to rub the spot where he was hit. “Ow ow ow- Why??” Elliot questioned, confused as to why he was hit. “You were gonna start drooling so..anyways, breakfast?” Renee pulled him up, almost falling backwards. “I mean that’s why I’m here right? Right? i hope Im right..,” Elliot trailed off again, starting his journey towards the kitchen with the small woman behind him. Everynow and then he would peek back to make sure she was still there and not inside a portal. “You’re safe with him” Renee looked up at Elliot, the voice echoing throughout her mind. “You like him dont you” Renee looked up at the ceiling and scrunched her face in annoyance, internally screaming at the voices. “I don’t, you guys always assume things,” she whispered, looking at the random framed pictures hung up on the wall. “Elliot!” Renee shouted at the still walking man. He jumped slightly and flinched, “y-yeah? What’s up?” “Kitchen is right here doofus,” She nodded her head towards the room, “How did you manage to miss this big ass room??” “I guess it was an accident, never done that before haha,” He sighed and apologized. The so called pancakes were sitting on a top of a white ceramic plate, getting colder by the minute. “I wouldn’t even dare to try them..I mean you could but- It probably wouldnt be good..,” He walked over to the counter, “If you want, I can cook somthing up for you?” “That would be nice thank you and uh..can you make me some coffee? You know how I like it already,” She sat down at the large dinner table, laying her head down. “Yeah I can do that for ya, anything you want in particular?” Elliot asked but was met with silence. He peeked over and saw she was sleeping soundly with her head in her arms. Elliot took off his sweater and draped it over her shoulders then went back to the kitchen.

8:37 AM (1:30 hours before the match starts)

“Breakfast is ready Renee,” he shook her gently until she stirred, “Mornin’ beaut- I-I mean um..sleepyhead..? Yeah..that’s the word..sleepyhead.” “Mmm..mor-“ She clears her throat and rubs her eyes, “morning..sorry I fell asleep I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” She looked down at the scrambled eggs and toast that were neatly placed onto the plate infront of her. “It’s fine, I didnt wanna bother you because I thought you’d kill me,” He admitted, taking off the apron that was tied around his waist. He placed it on the hook next to the fridge where a stickynote was left by Octavio not to touch his jello. The only person he let touch his stuff was Natalie. Renee picked up the fork and began eating. “You should date him” “No,” She whispered, furrowing her brows as she picked up a piece of egg with her fork. She watched as the tall man made her coffee just the way she likes it; black with a little bit of sugar and creamer. She was never one to like sweet coffee like everyone else. He poured the jug’s contents into her prefered mug. He added the little things she liked and carried it over to where she was sitting. She thanked him with a small, almost unnoticable, smile. Renee sat there with her cup close to her nose, smelling the bitter coffee aroma. She cooled it before sipping it slowly, enjoying the taste of her morning coffee.

“Hey Elliot, do you know what time it is?” She questioned the other who was washing the pan. He checked his phone and replied, “8:52” Renee stood up and brought her plate to the sink after she was done eating. “Could you wash these for me? I need to freshen up in my room,” She handed him the plate, “thanks.” She started making her way towards her room; which consisted of one right and a lot of walking straight. But she never got tired of it since she was happy she lived comfortably with her friends. The 2 rooms that were next to hers were Natalie’s and Ajay’s. The boys were on the opposite side so in front of her was Elliot. The hallway she lived in held 6 legends at a time 3 girls, 3 boys. Renee’s hallway had Ajay, her, and Natalie and then Octavio, Elliot, and Tae. The others had their hallways, some with empty rooms for future legends. Natalie was never really in her room since she was always with Octavio. It was weird, seeing two polar opposites living together. Then there were Ajay and Tae, she managed to make friends with him. I’m pretty sure Tae is still annoyed but is warming up to her.

“Oh! Youre awake finally,” Natalie smiled, walking out of Octavio’s room, “You never woke up so I had to get Elliot to help me..” Renee stood there at her door with the key in the slot, “Yeah, Ive just been...thinking.”

“Hm, well I hope you get some more sleep. Oh and goodluck with the match today!”

“You arent participating today?”

“Non, Ive been feeling unwell for the past few hours”

“Why aren’t you in bed then?”

“Well, Tavi was getting Ajay but he hasnt come back yet”

“You should be resting Nat..”

“Im okay I swear! Pas besoin de s'inquiéter,” She smiled softly and weakly. She was still in the large shirt Octavio gave her to sleep in and pajama pants. She had a small nessy plush tucked into her elbow, being squished tightly. “Chica! Get back in the bed right now or else im going to llevarte allí yo mismo,” Octavio came back with soup and meds, shouting at the sickly girl. “Ah, Tavi.. Je suis désolé I was just wondering where you were.,” She hugged the plush closer to her fragile body. “Come here conejita, lets get you better,” He lifted her up into his arms, still carrying the supplies Ajay had given him, “When you are done being sick I am going to....”

“Lovebirds,” Renee sighed and closed the door to her room, preparing for the match ahead of her. She got her battle gear on and re-did her messy bun into a neat one. Her kunai rested on the counter, untouched in its holster. She picked it up and unsheathed it, smiling at the small sparks of void that emitted out of it. She put it away and hooked the holster to her belt. “You know you wanna be like them, you cant deny it” The voices teased. “You guys really want me in a relationship huh,” Renee flopped backwards onto her messy bed. She didnt have time to make it in the morning but now she can. She checked her phone and scrolled through her social medias. Elliot made her download them and every now and then, Elliot will make her post a picture or something. She always got tagged in fanart and random posts about her in the matches. She would occasionally like some and they would freak out and thank her. She scrolled through her tagged until she came across one post. It was fanart of her and Elliot, sitting together with their hands intertwined watching the sunset. Renee blushed slightly at the art. She saw that Elliot had already liked it, but seeing as he likes all posts that he got tagged in, it wasnt weird. She hesitantly liked it and turned off her phone. “Maybe I do like him” Her thoughts were interupted when someone knocked at the door.

9:34 (couple minutes until the match starts. The ship still has to arrive at the arena, World’s Edge)

“Renee! Get yuh ass over here ‘cause the match starts soon!” Ajay’s voice boomed through the door. Her footsteps could be heard on the other side as she walked away. Renee stood up and stretched while walking towards where Ajay just was. She opened the door to see Elliot walking out of his room. “Oh hey Ren..can I call you that? Im gonna call you that..anyways, hi. Wanna walk together?” She nodded, “Okay cool, lets start heading over before everyone leaves without us.” They walked in a comfortable silence over to their friends. Octavio was in a corner moping since he didnt have his love interest with him while Crypto spied on him from another corner. He was still mad that Nat rejected him a few weeks ago to be with Octavio. It was crazy hearing that he was sulking around in his room for hours on end. But back to the main girl in this story, Renee sat down on one of the couches that sat in the middle of the room. Everyone was ready to board the dropship to head over to the arena. Here is what was going around, Gibby and Ajay were laughing together,Octavio was..unenergetic for once, Tae was in the corner, Loba was fixing her nails while Rev watched her on the wall, Alexander was playing around with his gas, and lastly Ramya was chewing gum while playing on her phone. It was always bustling in the living space because its where everyone socialized other than the bar. A small yet loud alarm was sounded to let all the legends know it was time to board the dropship.

“Woo-hoo! It’s finally time to go,” Octavio said unenthusiastically. Everyone walked in one-by-one or in pairs. They all strapped up in their skydiving equipment and was prepared for the long drop ahead of them. Renee stood next to Elliot’s room in the ship while the others either went to their rooms or sat in the middle. (Reference back to the season 3 trailer for room placement) Renee was flippping her kunai peacefully while Elliot rambled about something in his room. She enjoyed listening to him talk about nonsense while the quiet humming of the ship was surrounding them. It was peaceful, atleast to her. It blocked out most of the voices and when she was around Elliot they seemed to shut up and occasionally tease her. The drop ship shook a bit and Elliot tripped a little but caught himself. Renee didnt mind turbulence since she didnt really care about anything really, she tenses up a bit sometimes but thats about it. Her scarf end swayed as the ship lowered slowly. Suddenly the screens flashed on and displayed everyone’s banners. Everyone gets a chance to customize and submit their banners to headquarters. The teams were as listed,

Lifeline, Crypto, and Gibraltar

Octane, Caustic, and Bloodhound

Mirage, Wraith, and Loba

Revenant, Pathfinder, Bangalore

Rampart

Everyone stood on their respective platforms also known as where the screens flashed their names. The champions were shown not even a minute later, Wraith’s team was shown and she said a voiceline to taunt her enemies of the day. The metal shifted under their feet and lowered slowly, revealing the bright, cold arena. Everyone at this point was used to the cold though, they were glad it was world’s edge because kings canyon during those months was scorching. Comms were switched on and everyone tested out the mics. Everything was set up and ready to go so teams started dropping towards their locations. Wraith was jumpmaster and pinged on the map, Fragment West. Everyone knew both of Fragment was dangerous and it was hotdrop that game too. You can bet that there were multiple death boxes surrounding the small yet large area. Wraith was already kill leader with 7 kills from the popular spot. Bullets were heard in the distance and Wraith portaled to gain some speed while Loba teleported and Mirage had to run. He wasn’t a running person for long distances so he just took wraith’s portal.

“W- Wait up you two! I dont have a movement ability!!” He cried out to the two girls. The two looked at eachother and giggled while looking back at the energy drained man. “Danger move” Wraith looked around and pinged an enemy and phased away out of danger. Again, Loba teleported away and Mirage was left alone to run away. They hit him good but he managed to get behind cover. Wraith lended him some shield cells and syringes and shot at the other team with her sentinel. The other team was Octane’s team and they were stacked; Octane had gold armour while his teammates had red evo. Octane also had a peacekeeper that he got from a carepackage just next to them. It was a long fight, from gas being thrown on them to the ring closing in on the two teams. They had been fighting for so long they didnt even realize that there were only 3 teams in total left. Wraith’s team, Octane’s team, and lastly Pathfinder. I would say Pathfinder’s team but his teammates died and the banner timers ran out, he was left solo.

“Everyone try to watch your backs, the robot could try to ambush one of us,” Loba turned to face her teammates, occassionally looked up and around for the tall simulacrum. “Spotted him, up there. He has a longbow and what seems to be a flatline on his back. I could snipe him down if that’s what you want,” Wraith calmly called out, pulling out her sentinel and charging it. “Go ahead beautiful,” Loba replied. In an instant, a loud, charged sentinel bullet was shot and killed the robot up on the hill, instantly eliminating him. Now, it was just Octane and Wraith’s teams left to fight. “Nice kill Re- I mean,” He cleared his throat, “Nice kill Wraith..” Wraith smiled and thanked him silently while eyeing down the other team. Seconds went by and both teams rushed eachother. Bullets whizzed by eachothers heads and occasionally hit their shoulders or legs. Octane’s team was low on meds while the other team was low on ammo. Another minute of fighting passes and Wraith’s team is deemed the champion. When they were back in the drop ship everyone congratulated them for winning even though they were in a tight spot. There was an after match party happening in an hour so everyone went back to their rooms to clean up after a long day and get dressed. Renee was first to her room to take a shower while the others stayed in the kitchen or hallways sparking conversations with eachother. While Renee took her cold shower, Elliot decided it was be such a good idea to just waltz into her room to ask her a question not knowing that she was relaxing without voices for once.

“Hey Renee! I was just wondering if you wanted to match for the uh..,” He paused, looking around, “Renee? Where are you??” He looked around the empty yet messy room. Clothes thrown everywhere and notebooks and hairties were strewn about. Her messy bed showing how much she slept that night, which it wasn’t much. He began to worry about her well-being and if she even actually took care of herself. He heard the loud shower running so he went and knocked on the bathroom door. But before he actually knocked, he thought about the things that could happen if he knocked on her bathroom door when she didnt even know that he was in her room. He’d be killed. Before he knew what was coming he accidentally knocked on the door infront of him like a reflex. He heard the girl inside gasp loudly with a few things dropping. He startled her, which was a first for him. He was in shock and did not want to move. “She’s like a T-Rex, if I dont move she cannot see me-“ He was cut off when the door swung open and a semi-dryed off Renee was standing in-front of him. She had her body wrapped with a towel and her still damp hair dripped along the floor and her scarred shoulders.

“How are you in here and what do you want,” She said firmly with an annoyed face. “One, your door was open, two, I wanted to ask if you wanted to match outfits for the after match thing..,” He sighed looking away, “Nevermind, it was a dumb question of course you dont.” He turned and apologized but before he could leave the room Renee stopped him. “Who said I didn’t want to? I wouldn’t mind matching with you,” She stepped over to her closet and sifted through the dresses section, “What color or style were you thinking of?” Elliot was astonished that she actually agreed to do anything with him. “I was thinking accents of purple..? I think it would look nice on both of us,” He sat down on a nearby chair in her room, looking away from her slender body. “Fine with me, now turn around,” She made sure he had his eyes closed and was turned around in order to change. She dropped the towel and peered back just in case. “You want him to see you” “Tell him to turn around” “Let him touch you” The voices were surrounding her but she managed to ignore them. When she finished getting dressed she had Elliot turn around.

“Wow..,” Elliot had no words for the sight in front of him. She wore a long black dress that had a slit on the side with a fluffy, purple boa draped over her shoulders and she was wearing heels making her as tall as him. She played with her hair a bit out of embarrassment while looking away. “You look..amazing,” Elliot was admiring her features that he acted like he’d never seen before, “I just- have no words.” “I dont look that good relax,” Renee walked over to her dresser and put on a necklace that had a purple gem in the middle. “Are you going to just stand there and not go to your room and get dressed?” Renee peered over at him from the mirror. “Right..right yeah, Ill be back to ‘pick you up’,” He opened the door and quietly shut it behind him. She sighed and thought out loud, “What am I going to do about him?” She put her hair in a half bun-half hair down sort of style and finished her look with mascara and a slight tint to her lips. She slipped on short black gloves and grabbed a clutch that had small purple accents on it. “He will like it” “For once you look nice” “People are going to judge you” “Nobody will approach you” “People are going to hate you” The voices started off nice but went downhill and piled hate after hate onto her. She pushed them away and mumbled to herself that tonight will be a good night. Light knocking was heard and she went to open the door, her heels clicking with every step.

“Ready to gooooo-“ He looked her up and down and smiled, “You’re beautiful” He tucked a stray strand from her hair behind her ear, “Let’s be on our way before the limosu- limosio- limo gets here.” He held out a hand and she gladly took it. They held hands for most of the way until Renee let go to check her clutch for something. She pulled it out and checked it before slipping it back in. It was her Apex ID, aka the only way to get into Apex events. You can be one of the legends but they wouldnt let you in without it since people knew how to look almost identical to them. She didn’t regrab his hand after that, she wanted to make sure no one saw. When they got to the front of the building everyone was in their formal attire. Octavio was wearing a green suit top with tailored shorts to go along with it and Natalie wore a white party dress that had orange and blue accents, Anita was in a classic suit talking to Loba who was in a short gold dress, Crypto was in a white suit with green accents, Rampart was in a blouse and office pants, Gibby was in a suit while Ajay wore a long blue dress, Bloodhound wore their goggles along with a suit that had a red cloth in its pocket, and Alexander wore a plain black suit. Revenant doesn’t dress up he said. Pathfinder simply went as himself for the night. After a couple minutes of waiting the limo drove up to the curb of the building. Everyone piled in close together and began conversations with eachother. Elliot and Renee sat really close together due to the limo being quite small for a bunch of legends. Some minutes pass and Renee’s eyes are starting to close. She finally let the sleepiness take over her and her head softly fell onto Elliot’s shoulder. He looked over at her and smiled. Most of the legends eyed them and mouthed for him not to move one bit or she would murder him.

“Elliot..,” Renee mumbled in her sleep, “I..love you..” The small sentence was only heard by the man allowing her to sleep. He tensed up but relaxed as her arm draped over his. The limo pulled up to the event center and a red carpet was dramatically rolled out for the legends. One-by-one everyone was walking down the red carpet either together or solo. Im guessing you can guess which ones walked solo. Elliot nudged Renee and she slowly opened her eyes. She yawned quietly and her eyes met his. They looked at eachother and then she backed away, standing up. She turned away and quickly walked out of the limo and Elliot followed shortly after. Elliot caught up and walked beside her while she covered her eyes from the flashing of the cameras. He enjoyed all the attention on him but Renee never did. He realized what was happening and walked directly infront of her, taking the spotlight. The taller put his hand behind his back and Renee allowed herself to grab and squeeze it lightly. He led her somewhere private and sat her down on a wall away from everyone else.

“You okay? I know you dont like the atten- attentin- eyes on you,” he knelt down, matching his eye level with hers. “I’m fine, you dont have to worry about me so much you know,” She sighed and leaned back slightly, “Let’s just get back to the others before they think were fucking or something.” Elliot offered a hand but she declined, pushing herself up from the wall. She swayed her hips with every step she took towards the doors. Her dress flowed down neatly from her waist down to the carpeted floor. He watched her walk away as the boa she wore bounced with her strides. “W- wait up Renee!” He yelled, fast-walking towards her but she was already through the doors. When he made it through, it was bustling with legends from other ports and random game organizers. There was loud music playing from speakers up above and most of the legends were by the bar including Anita and Loba. Others were either on couches or talking near walls with each other. There were people dancing in the middle of the room where flashing lights and more sparkled along the area. His eye caught the bright purple boa from across the room.

“Hey Ren, glad I finally found you,” He sat next to the now relaxed woman, “Let me guess, appletini?” She gave a side-glance towards him while she sipped the drink he guessed. It was her usual at the Paradise Bar so it wasn’t weird. Minutes went by and the found themselves laughing at eachother from stupid jokes and random stories. A slow-dancing song played on the speakers and everyone got with a partner.

“Wanna go dance with me Ren?” Elliot grabbed her hand, pointing to where everyone was partnered together. “I can’t really dance Elliot, I dont know if I could do it,” Renee responded back to him, covering her face with her boa. “Oh, come on you can’t be that bad at dancing. It’s not that hard, come on I’ll teach you,” He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the seat to take her over to everyone else. He brought her to the dance floor and held her close, guiding her hands to where they were supposed to be. He placed her hands on her lower waist and swayed side-to-side with her. “See? I told you it wasnt that ha-“ He winced as she stepped on his foot, “It’s fine, I forgive you since you’re a beginner.” She apologized anyways and held him closer. As the song came to an end everyone seperated except for them.

“This is nice,” Renee pulled away from his arms, “Want to go somewhere more..quiet?” Elliot’s face contorted to a confused yet happy expression. “I know just the place Ren!” He grabbed her hand and practically sprinted out the doors with her, bringing her to a cliff just off the side of the road. He sat down far away from the edge and patted the spot next to him, signalling for her to walk over and sit next to him. The sun was setting and it was the most beautiful thing that Renee had ever seen. “Oh wow Elliot..I never knew about this spot,” She couldn’t stop gazing at the orange and red hues surrounding the hot ball of gas. “My mom would take me here sometimes, from the sunset, the sunrise, and the stars oh my god the stars. She’d make them so amazing but one day she got so sick and she couldn’t take me anymore. So everytime we get to come here I come out here, to escape the whole legend thing and relax by myself. But now, I see two pretty things infront of me..the sunset and well, you,” He gently grabbed her hand and her reddish face was hard to see in the dark. She turned her head towards him and he smiled softly. “This reminds me of something I saw today, a post with a drawing of us. There’s just one thing missing to complete the scene I believe,” Renee saw him thinking and it looked like a lightbulb just turned on in his head. He leaned in and so did she. They closed their eyes and-

kissed

The scene matched the vibe of the social media post that Renee had randomly come across. It was a strange feeling to Renee, for she had never felt this way towards anyone before. Atleast, not a time that she could remember. Elliot had a goofy smile plastered on his face afterwards. She grinned and leaned on his shoulder as they gazed at the stars that started to peek from the horizon. “Alright yuh lovebirds, get yuh asses inside before we leave without yuh guys,” Ajay leaned against the door, watching them. “Oh, alright. We’ll be right there Ajay,” Renee looked over her shoulder to the other girl and smiled softly. Ajay nodded and closed the door behind her. Elliot was the first to get up and then offered a hand for Renee to grab. She gladly took it and he hoisted her up to her feet. She brushed off any dirt that may have gotten onto her dress. As they went back inside, no one really looked at them apart from quick glances. Anita signalled to them over at the entrance that they were leaving the event. They held hands as they rushed over to the group, not wanting to let go of eachother. Anita counted them and led everyone back to the limosuine so they could pile in the same way they did when they arrived.

(Back at the Apex Dormrooms)(Specifically Elliots Room)

The two were sitting on top of the bed in Elliot’s room, talking. Everyone had just got back to the dorms and they had rushed out so they could get some privacy. “So..what are we now?” Renee turned towards Elliot, who was fidgeting with his hands. He looked up and shifted into a more comfortable position to look at the girl next to him. He looked back infront of him and flopped back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. “Whatever you want us to be, Ren,” His eyes glanced at her features from the angle he was in.

“I want to be...more than friends-“

“Best friends?”

“No-“

“Best best friends..?”

“Elliot-“

“What?”

“I want to be together, as in I want us to date and do things that couples do,” her head turned towards him. “A-are you sure?? I-I-I mean I dont think Im that bad at being a boyfriend but are you really sure you want to be in a rela- rele- be with me???” He stammered, not knowing what to say. “Yes,” was all she had to say when Elliot pulled her in close to lay down next to him. He kissed her cheeks and her forehead multiple times before stopping to stare at her beauty. She giggled and smiled then held him down into a cuddle position on the bed. “This is what I’ve always wanted, despite me acting like I never did,” She admitted, tracing circles on the others chest. “Did you want to sleep here for the night? Or..we’re you going to go back to your room?” Elliot asked, but got no response from the other. Renee was fast asleep in his arms, snoring softly. Elliot smiled a loving smile and kissed her forehead lightly then fell asleep quick with the warmth she amitted.

E X T R A

Octane walked into Elliot’s room, knowing it was unlocked and because he was his best friend. He had his phone in hand, ready to ask a question about the future match. His eyes darted towards the bed after noticing that the lights were off. There, he saw his best friend with the stone cold girl, who never really showed emotion. He gasped quietly and opened the camera app on his phone. He snapped a picture but before he knew it, the flash went off and lit up the entire area of the man’s bed. Renee groaned and covered herself more with the blanket that was draped over her and Elliot. He quickly stepped out of the room where the couple rested and snickered at the photo he caught. His first thought was to post it, his second? To post it and then print it and frame it. He didnt want to seem like a bitch so he decided to post it with the caption, “Found the lovebirds mating LOL” Within a matter of seconds, the post flooded with likes and shares. Which meant that all if not most of the legends would see it. You bet that Elliot and Renee we’re furious when they both came across it the next day..

THE END

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Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it :] <3

Quotes will resume Monday,, 2:00pm CT

[obsessive-ego]

Sweet dreams part 2

Part 1

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Nsft content

Reader gets a wet dream while sharing a bed with their good pal beetlejuice

Voyeurism, masturbation, dubious consent

It's been a few days since the whole wet dream episode, you can still remember it like it was yesterday, as twistedly hot and awkward as the while thing was, the real awkward issues were the following morning.

10am your phone buzzes, illuminating the room, the mattress shifts, as you reach for your alarm you hear beetlejuice groan "shut it off babes, 10 more minutes".

Youd normally agree to that, but after what he did last night youd like to change you pants, and wash the sheets.

"Sorry Beej, wake up, I got shit to do" you nudge him, hoping he would let you go, no dice, he groans and tightens his grip on your waist.

"Sweets, it's so warm here, you have the day off, humor me".

"Sorry, I need to be an adult today-"

"Oh sugar, you can easily be an adult in bed~" his gravely voice drops to that seductive tone that makes a shiver run up your spin, this bastard was gonna be the death of you, you mumble an apology and pull away from his grip. Slinking out of bed you grab a pair of clean pajama pants and head to the bathroom.

Beetlejuice sighs, he'll get you one day, he pats his crotch, feeling the wet spot from last night, did you not notice last night? Did he wake you? Probably not, as least he thinks so.

He couldnt help but smile remembering that dream, he dreamt of you often, last night was a good one, guess having your scent so close triggered a REAL juciey wet dream, he sighs completely content, the image of you bouncing up and down on his cock, being so pretty for him, saying how much you loved him while he played with your breasts. Of course he figured it was a dream and really escalated it, pounding up into you at a punishing pace having you in tears over how good it was, beetlejuice couldnt help but drool remembering such a fun dream, but now wasnt the time to rub out another one, maybe later. He perked up hearing clattering in the kitchen, meaning you were making coffee, with a snap of his finger he was right beside you, he must of caught you off guard cuz you visibly jump.

"Did I scare you sugar~?" He purrs

You dont respond, your face was red, being this close to beetlejuice after him cumming on your backside in his sleep was too much too soon, you felt so awkward and embarrassed you thought your heart was gonna burst

"I know, I know, you're not a morning person, I'll check again when the coffee kicks in yeah?"

The whole day you would flinch when beetlejuice touched you, you couldnt even look at him, you weren't mad, just embarrassed. But of course he took it as you were upset with him, the day was weird and awful, but you couldnt stop yourself, you kept thinking back to last night.

When It came to the time when beetlejuice had to leave, as Lydia was summoning him, you gave him a goodbye handshake instead of the hug you normally do, you immediately regret that choice, seeing the purple hue that has taken him over, and with that final image he was gone, nothing left but green smoke.

In the last few days you've had time to calm down, and release the built tension. But today was yours and beetlejuice scheduled movie night, he was quite down when he left because of your actions, would he even want to DO movie night with you anymore after how weird you were? You paced the floor, mind flooded with negative scenarios of how the best thing to ever happen to you would never want to see you anymore.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you phone started buzzing, caller ID lydia

You frown, and accept the call "hello?"

"What are you wearing?~"

You sigh, he was using her phone again "beetlejuice-"

"OH sugar you will be wearing me when I'm done with you~" he moaned

Knitting your brows together, not quite sure what he ment, but not wanting to know, before you could reply, BJ starts again

"So are we gonna do this or not? Babes you're giving me massive blueballs" in the back ground you can hear lydia yelling for her phone back and for you to hurry up and summon him.

Taking a deep breath and composing yourself you summon your friend, your apartment is filled with green smoke, you cough waving the smoke away, once the smoke cleared there stood beetlejuice, normally he would pull you around like a rag doll, or dramatically dip and kiss you as a greeting, but tonight he just stood there staring back at you.

You give him a soft smile "hey I wanted to apologize for my behavior the other day, I wasnt feeling too hot, and I acted super weird, I'm sorry if-"

Beetlejuice pulls you into a tight hug, guess that's all he needed from you?

"Thank god slash satan, Babs said you were probably feeling sick, I was SO worried you were sick of me Dollface" he nuzzled his head into the crock of your neck, you audibly gasp while the ghoul babbles about how worried he was about losing your friendship, you felt so rotten about it, but it's in the past and you two can move on.

Movie night was the same as it was, enjoyable, you order pizza and Beej scares the piss out of the delivery guy, it was nice to be over the awkward bump.

As it got late you told beetlejuice you were turning in, you got changed in the bathroom out of habbit, returning to your bedroom you saw the demon in your bed motioning you to come hither, you could feel you face getting warm, memories of the last time you two shared a bed came flooding back, you take a deep breath and go over.

"Come to daddy sweet thing~" beetlejuice coos with grabby hands

"Gross" you utter as you slide in next to him, your bed was a twin so there wasnt much room for personal space. Without a second thought beetlejuice wraps his arms around your waist as he spoons you, nuzzling his face in your hair.

"So warm" he mumbles, this is gonna be a long night, you could already feel the heat building inbetween your legs, none the less you close your eyes and try to empty you mind in Hope's sleep will come fast.

...

Beetlejuice is woken by your squirming "what's up sweets? Gotta pee?" No response, he give you a gentle nudge, nothing, he chuckles, you must be dreaming. Your breathing becomes harsh, panting as you squirm a bit harder, bumping your rear into the demons crotch.

"Whoa sugar, you alright?" He whispers, you quietly groan, then it clicks, you were having a wet dream, the ghoul couldnt help but drool at this, here you were, his cute little breather about to become a hot mess in his arms, WHILE HE'S VISIBLE.

You begin whining, while you squirm, bumping your rear into BJ's crotch at a nice steady pace, the demon was over the moon with this, his hair so bright with excitement and arousal, the room was illuminated an electric pink.

"What are you dreaming of sweetheart?~" he purrs, as his hand traces your thigh. "Pretty mean of you to give me a boner like this sugar, hmmmm, is this revenge for cumming on that cute butt of yours the other day?~" he couldnt help but chuckle at that last part.

Bucking harder against him, beetlejuice bites his knuckles to keep himself quite, stifling a moan, fuck this was so hot, should he let you sleep, or wake you up? Waking you up could be a good thing, maybe you'd wake up feeling incredibly horny and need him to pound you silly, or more likely youd be sick to your stomach with embarrassment, the demon is pulled from his thoughts by your voice, a tad louder then before.

"Beej, please" you moan softly

"Sweetheart" beetlejuice gently nudges you, no response. "Sugar, relax let your old pal mr beebleboose help ya out~" he purrs softly.

Beetlejuice gently snakes his hand to the front of your panties, gently teasing the folds of your sex with a single finger, the friction alone made you whine and buck hard, beetlejuice carefully pulls you close to his chest, so his now hard dick is resting nicely against your butt.

"Alright, I got you, this is the least I can do sweets" he cooed stroking your sex, you whine and buck, bumping your rear into Bj's cock, the ghoul bits down on his knuckles to keep himself quiet, this was too good of an opportunity to ruin.

"Beetlejuice..... so good.... ah" you mumbled thrashing a bit harder, god slash satan did beetlejuice want to grind his cock into your ass, but he was already pushing his luck as it was with his hand on you crotch.

"Feels good doesnt it sweetheart? You like it dont you? Naughty little thing~" he whispered, he knew you liked him, he's herd it straight from your mouth, the few times he's watched you touch yourself, you spelled it out nice and clear, that being said he knew you were a coward with your feelings, that was fine for now, he could wait till you were good and ready to admit it yourself, but until that glorious day, beetlejuice didnt mind taking what satisfaction he could get from you.

This, right now, having you moan and buck from his touch alone, having you grind that cute ass against his cock was like heaven, or as close as a born dead demon was gonna get.

"Come on y/n, I know your close~ how bout you cum for your old pal mr beebleboose?~ cum for me sugar, give me all you got~" he purred stroking you folds with a bit more friction along the crotch of your panties, which were now delightfully wet, what beetlejuice would give to stick that delicious garment in his mouth, the thought alone made him drool.

"AH!" You moan out, buck your hips in a clumsy rhythm "beetlejuice...." you softly whisper as your movement slows to a stop and your heavy breathing slowly dies down to a more calming pace.

The demon smiles to himself, proud of what he did, more importantly feeling smug about how you said his name when you came.

"Was it good sugar? Did daddy make you feel good?~" he cooed "pleasant dreams babes" the ghoul whispered placing a gentle kiss on your head, you mumble something unintelligible, beetlejuice couldnt help but smile.

But now to a more pressing matter, you might have already came, but BJ, not yet, the demon slips away from your sleeping form. "You know how I am a gentleman sugar, I couldnt possibly jerk off in your bed with you there twice in one week" he chuckles. The ghoul glances around the room for something to help him out, a new cum rag for the collection, beetlejuice had no issue seeing in the dark, and went straight to your laundry basket, pulling out a freshly wore pair of black panties. He holds the cloth to his face, inhaling your delightful scent, then it hits him, his hand, the hand that ever so gently jerked you off, this was gonna be real good, he hummed to himself strolling out to the living room where he could get away with making alittle noise.

Bonus

Your phones buzzes, 10am

you groan reaching for the device.

"Good morning sweetheart" beetlejuice pulls you back into an embrace, weirdly giddy this morning "did ya sleep well? Have any pleasant dreams?~" he cooed

You knit your eyebrows together, were you talking in you sleep?

"I guess? I dont really remember" you mumble.

Beetlejuice gives you a big toothy grin in response

"Well doll, you were moaning out my name last night begging me to fuck you~" he laughs

You punch him in the shoulder, yeah you did feel tingly between the legs, but he had to be joking "I did not you ass"

The ghoul continues to laugh as you slip away to start your day. The dense ones were always the best in his opinion.

[onthepyre]

rest your bones next to me (part 3)

SORRY ITS BEEN FOREVER I DIDNT FORGET I PROMISE

previous 

1.4k, swearing, prinxiety, playing into stereotypes for sympathy, 

The floor was cold when Virgil woke up.  The fall chill had seeped through the walls of the apartment overnight, and he realized with slight alarm that he was alone.  Roman was no longer snoring next to him and the bed inches away was empty.  He wondered, mind thick with sleep, what time it was, and what his parents were doing.  It was a sore spot in his mind, but he poked at it anyways like it was a bad cavity — just to make sure it still hurt.

His back cracked when he stood.  Virgil glanced around the room looking for a clock, but he could only judge by the sun through the window.  It was probably past eight, at the least.  He ventured into the kitchen, only to find it empty except for Roman, who sat at the table with a glass of water and the same book Janus had been reading last night.

“What time is it?” he asked, blinking away the last remains of grogginess.  

“Uh, 10:30-ish, I think.  Patton left for work about two hours ago.”

“Don’t you have something to do?  Why didn’t you wake me up?”  Virgil sat down across from Roman, forcing him to put down the book.

“You deserve some sleep after everything.  First night’s always the worst one.”  Roman smiled gently, a knowing warmth in his eyes.

“So it does get better?” Virgil asked, voice soft.  He traced the lines and chips of the table with his nail.

“It still hurts, but you kind of get used to it.  You find ways to deal.”  Virgil nodded.  He spent a moment taking in the walls of the apartment, the old furniture, and chilly air.  The idea of calling it home for a while didn’t hurt too much, if he had Roman there to fall asleep on the floor with him and say annoyingly reflective things.  Roman broke the silence, finally.  “Do you usually eat breakfast?  Because none of us do, but I don’t want to suddenly cut your diet in half or anything, so I can make you coffee or some toast if you want.”

“No, that’s okay.  Even if I did, it would be too late to eat, anyway.”  Virgil stood and leaned against the chair.  “Didn’t Patton say you were taking me shopping?”

Roman rose and began walking towards the door, and Virgil followed behind him.  “Well, ‘shopping’ is a liberal word.  Have you ever stolen anything before?”

Virgil shot him a concerned look as he opened the front door.  “No?  I mean, when I was a kid, but never intentionally.”

“Awesome!  There’s a first time for everything—”  Roman turned to wink at him “—and I’m glad to be here for yours.”  

“Shut up,” Virgil mumbled, feeling his face grow slightly hot.  He fumbled for a way out.  “Does Patton know about this?”

Roman grimaced.  “Eh, sort of.  He knows we do it, but he hates it, so he just doesn’t ask.  It saves money, though, so he can’t really complain.  I usually just tell him I’ve got enough cash with me.”

“What about Janus?”  Virgil knew his attempts were futile, so he kept his gaze focused on the ground.  

“He’s proud of us.  Logan and I have gotten pretty good at it, actually, and Janus thinks it’s great.”  

Virgil nodded, lips pursed.  “Alright, then.  What are we stealing?”

“Scrap fabric, basically.  Something to patch your jacket with.  Pat’s got a sewing kit at home, so we can fix it up pretty easy.”  They stopped at a crosswalk, and Roman seized his opportunity.  “You’re not from this part of the city, right?”

“No, my parents live North of here.  We’ve been to Manhattan a few times, but we usually stayed out of the city.  It was always too loud for my mom.”

“Okay,” Roman began, “So, the Goodwill we’re going to is about three blocks from here.  The laundromat is four blocks in the opposite direction, and then one more is the dollar store where we buy groceries, and there’s a park I play guitar at a few streets behind the apartment.  And then the theater Remus and I work at is a little past that.”

Virgil nodded.  “There’s no way in hell I’m going to remember all that.”

“That’s alright,” Roman said with a chuckle.  “You’ll pick it up.  Plus, you’ve got me to guide you.”  He threw an arm lazily around Virgil’s shoulders in a sort-of hug, but didn’t drop it until Virgil moved away.  They made the rest of the trip in relative silence until Roman stopped them on the street corner just before the store.  

“Alright, here’s the plan,” he hissed.  “We’re on a date, you find whatever you want, we pretend to make out in the fitting rooms, you tie it around your waist or something, and then we just… leave.  It’s like acting.  Are you ready?”

“Where the hell did you come up with this plan?”

“Sounds good, let’s go.”

Roman grabbed Virgil’s hand, swinging it a little as they walked.  Roman’s grip was firm, probably to make sure he didn’t try to get out, but Virgil couldn’t bring himself to be bothered.  It was kind of nice, really.

Roman started giggling before they were even inside the store.  “This is going to be so fun!” he exclaimed, voice an octave higher than normal.  

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed, trying to mask his confusion.  “I’m so excited.”

Roman dragged him to the t-shirts, where he dropped Virgil’s hand to sort through the racks.  “You’re gonna look so cute after I give you a makeover, babe.  What about this?”  He held up a neon pink crop-top with a moustache on it.  “Very 2012.”

“Uh… I think I’ll pass.”  He busied himself with the array of bright colors in front of him.

“Wait!  What about an oversized shirt?  That would be so fab!”  Roman reached for his hand again, then leaned in close to whisper.  “Plus, it’s more fabric to work with.”

“Yeah, that sounds alright.”  Virgil let himself be pulled along, again letting go of Roman’s hand to look through the rows of clothing.

They searched quietly for a moment before Virgil removed something from the rack.  “What about this?”

He held a flannel, purple plaid and practically brand new.  It was good quality, thick enough to be worn in winter.

“Oh, that’s perfect!” Roman said, undertones of his natural voice audible beneath the falsetto.  “You’ll look so good.”  He grinned, wide, and to Virgil it seemed genuine.  “Come on,” he murmured.

They walked to the fitting rooms, Roman snickering and Virgil doing his best to play along.  Roman tugged them into the last stall, where he sat down on the only chair.  It was a tight fit, even with Virgil pressed against the wall.

“The hell is up with that voice?” Virgil asked, hushed.  

“Gay voice.  You get more sympathy if you just go with their expectations.  Give me that flannel.”  Roman was back to speaking normally now, if more softly, and Virgil found a sort of peace in his gravelly whisper.  He handed the garment over.  Roman pulled a switchblade from his pocket and cut the tag.

“Okay, so I know not to make you mad,” Virgil said under his breath.

“It’s not for people, it’s a tool.”

“You’re a tool.”

“Just take this,” Roman hissed, holding out the flannel.  Virgil shed his jacket to put it on underneath.  Roman stood, leaving only inches between them.  He reached up and ran his hands through his hair a few times, then did the same to Virgil’s.

“Hold your breath,” Roman said.  “It makes your face red.”

Virgil obliged, and Roman copied him, silently competing to see who could go the longest without taking a breath; Roman won by a few seconds.

“Are we good now?” Virgil asked. “Yeah.”  Roman nodded.  “Try to look giddy.  In love.  Whatever.”  He gripped Virgil’s hand again and threw open the door, laughing breathlessly.  Virgil pressed against his side as they walked, trying to make as much contact as he could.  He smiled in his best attempt at shyness when they passed the cashier, and pressed the side of his head into Roman’s shoulder.

“Did you boys find everything?”  The woman at the register beamed in a way that could only be fake.

“Yep, thanks so much!”  Roman’s sickly sweet falsetto was back, and he threw up a hand in a wave.  Virgil expected alarms to go off when they walked out the sliding doors, but none did.  He looked up at Roman once they had left the vicinity of the store.

“Holy shit,” he said, “I can’t believe that worked.”

“It always does,” Roman said, almost wistfully.  “What do you think?”

Virgil paused for a moment.  “That was pretty fun.”

[teetlesandnimjas]

Sorry in advance

I wouldn’t go as far to say that Mikey’s relationship with his family in 2012 is abusive... but the hitting and constant making fun of him is borderline and DEFINITELY AINT COOL. Listen I relate TOO HARD to the little ADHD boy, and I can say without a doubt that the treatment of him is... ehhhhh. The hitting? Yeah no IM NOT GONNA LET IT SLIDE. It wasn’t intentional for the writing of his brothers to be mean to him, but it’s a little obvious that the people writing this weren’t focused on portraying a healthy family. At least they never had siblings of their own. Yeah siblings tease each other and play fight, but it isn’t this one sided. The problem isn’t that they fight (which they do ALOT OF) it’s that Mikey DOESNT DO ANYTHING WRONG. He gets distracted, he makes mistakes, he talks a lot. He is ADHD-coded and that’s just who he is. He’s a little annoying, sure. A N D??? IS THIS A HUGE PROBLEM??? I know Raph has anger issues but JFC DUDE HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING. Also, Mikey has ALOT of attention seeking behavior, and 1. That isn’t healthy, 2. It only leads to him being hit more, and 3. It’s most likely a direct response to being put down and told to shut up. He never has a chance to even fight back. Like there was one scene where he’s just chilling on the roof, trying to get Raph’s attention, poking him because he’s bored-no biggie, a little annoying but he can’t help it- AND JUST RAPH STRAIGHT UP JUMPS AND PINS HIM. LIKE NO SORT OF TOLERANCE, NO CHILL. AND THEN HE GOES ON TO FORCE HIM TO PRAISE HIM AND SHIT AND IM SITTING HERE, MEGA UNCOMFY. Not cool dudes. And again, it’s all one sided, MIKEY DOESNT DO ANYTHING. Another scene, Raph’s annoyed at Mikey about something and is poking him in the head harshly and repeatedly, making fun of him about SOMETHING. Mikey tries to stand up for himself, and then oh so cautiously, obviously scared, he pokes Raph in the chest very gently. GUESS WHO SNAPS ON HIS ASS AND CHASES HIM? RAPH. Dude you were just HARRASSING HIM. Donnie isn’t any better, and would be a tolerable character (albeit a simp) if it wasn’t for him OVER AND OVER AGAIN IGNORING, YELLING, AND MAKING FUN OF MIKEY. “Don’t touch that you idiot” DUDE JUST BE NICE ABOUT IT. I get it, yeah, it can be annoying. Just, like, LOCK THE LAB DOOR OR SOME SHIT. And the worst thing is when Mikey makes a mistake, does something on accident, or slips up. AND THEY GET MAD AT HIM. MY GOD IT WASNT ON PURPOSE. And it’s not excused because “well they have each other’s backs in the end” or “well Raph is nice to him sometimes” AND ITS LIKE. N,,, NO??? THAT DOESN’T EXCUSE ANYTHING?? In fact it probably makes it worse, and makes it seem more MANIPULATIVE than anything. Whether his brothers actually care about him or not, it isn’t right to only treat him decently “if he deserves it” or he’s in danger. Being nice SOMETIMES doesn’t excuse anything, intact it just makes said victim feel BAD for standing up for themselves. Mikey COULD FIGHT BACK. HE IS STRONG. But he doesn’t, and it hurts me. ITS SO NORMAL TO THEM TO BORDERLINE BULLY HIM. Leo is okay. Leo isn’t awful, but he is just kinda there... chilling... and he does chase Mikey down once or twice. He’s not the worst though. Anyways this escalated more than I wanted it to, I just am really frustrated with the 2012 writing. It’s not bad, it’s whatever. But the family dynamic was so off. I want Rise Raph to hug 2012 Mikey, because yes. Dr. DT better break 2012 Raph’s spine. And then teach him how to PROPERLY cope with anger issues, instead of beating people up to feel superior and powerful. Like Rise Mikey teaching 2012 Raph about different mechanisms, like drawing out frustrations, or cooking aggressively. BUT only after Dr. Delicate Touch breaks his spine. Donnie also gets anger management classes, because OH BOY HE HAD A SHORT FUSE.

[kingofbr00klyn]

Newsies prompts! Yeah! Um... 1. Jack being a big brother to Race. 2. Crutchie and Racetrack getting into some trouble together. 3. Jack and Spot caring for some of the littles. Pick one or write them all idc. Can’t wait to read!

Hi this took me like 4 days to write, I thought it was longer than that but okay, I have loads of other stuff in the works, this is just the first one I finished. Sorry for the wait. So this is for the prompt we’re Crutchie and Race get into trouble.

I tried to mix both 1992sies and livesies in this, but I don’t think it really comes across. Also, this story is ever so slightly exaggerated, but oh well. But it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so this probably isn’t the best.

This will also be found on my AO3 account.

"Remind me ta never listen ta you again."

"How was I'se suppost ta know this would 'appen?"

"Well, I dunno. But now I’m in trouble because a’ summing I didn’t even do."

“Oh c’mon! Nuthin’ bad happened. I came out worse than you did. You get to go home scot-free.”

“But still. This is all your fault an’ I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

"Wow, Crutch, whatta' way to throw a pal under da bus."

"You'se deserve it."

Race rolled his eyes and sulked further down into his chair, only to regret it when the hard plastic rubbed uncomfortably into his back. He glanced at his companion, who looked just about as shit as he felt. Crutchie kept nervously running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the helm of his shirt, he looked like someone who had just been caught doing something illegal. Oh wait, that's because he had. Let's take a step back, shall we?

2 hours earlier.

Crutchie stood outside his door step, awaiting Race's arrival. The two had decided to spend the evening together, since none of their other friends were available. Race had said he would pick him up at 6. After Crutchie's watch ticked 6:15, Race's old TP Cruiser pulled up. He wore a bright, cheeky grin as he leaned over to open the passenger side door. "Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Crutchie gleefully obliged, grabbing his crutch and sliding into the front seat.

"Are you ready for the funnest night of yer life?" Race asked, a unlit cigar hanging loosely from his mouth.

Crutchie laughed. "We'se just goin' ta the diner on 4th, ain't we?"

"Nope," Race grabbed something from the cupholder beside him and handed it to Crutchie. "Just got this from my guy. Thought we'd treat ourselves tonight." It was a fake ID.

Antonio Higgings

11/12l1997

XXX XXXX XXX

XX/XX/XX

XX/XX/XX

"Yer guy?" Crutchie snorted, handing the card back. "You'se mean Albert."

"Maybe I do. Anyway, I'm low on cigs and shit, so I thought we'se stop by a corner shop and see how well this baby works." Starting the engine, Race pulled out of Crutchie's drive and set off for the nearest place that would give them what they wanted.

"What if we'se get caught? I don't wanna be done just because you'se got a nicotine addiction." Crutchie offered, messing with the diles for the radio.

"Then I punch Albert in the face," Race resorted. That drew a snicker from the blonde. "But seriously, don't worry 'bout it. Everthin's gonna be a-okay!"

Spolier altert; it wasn't.

After 10 or so minutes of driving, Race pulled to a stop and poorly parked the car. "Eh, good enough." He got out, with Crutchie tailing right behind him.

"You don't gotta come in. Ya know, cuz yer so scared of gettin' caught." The taller boy mocked.

Crutchie retaliated by hitting Race in the leg with his crutch. "I'm comin' wit' cha so you don't get punched in the face." Race forged offence, but waved off the comment.

The shop was small, just your regular off-licence, cheap booze with an even cheaper taste, the perfect thing to fuel Race's needs. A little bell rang as they opened the door, there weren't many people inside the shop, Crutchie noted the few middle aged men who were likely in there for similar reasons as themselves. Race swaggered to the front counter, an air of confidence around him. The shop clerk, a young man with a stoic expression, rolled his eyes at the tall blonde.

"What can I get you?" The clerk's tone was as cheerful as expected.

Race grinned cockily. "A smile would be a start, sweetheart," The shop clerk didn't respond, but continued to glare the boy down. "Okay then… A box o' ya finest Corona's and summa that scotch ya got up there." Race slapped $50 on the counter, along with his fake ID.

The clerk picked the card up, eying it suspiciously. Crutchie had a feeling this wouldn’t end well. “Yah think you’re funny, kid? Think I don’t know what a fake ID looks like?” The clerk said. “I’m gonna have to call the cops, you know.”

Race’s expression floored. Disbelief and fear quickly made itself at home. Crutchie felt a similar dread rise up in his stomach, he looked to Race for an inkling of what to do next, but the tall boy just continued to stare dumbly. Until he finally said, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill Albert.”

As it turns out, the shop had an undercover officer outside the shop to deal with instances like this. The clerk called him in, and he escorted Crutchie and Race to the local station. Luckily, they had pretty much just been given a slap on the wrist and a call home. Except, since this wasn’t Race’s first offence, so he had also been slapped with a $50 fine.

The boys anxiously awaited the arrival of the parents. Race had already had a million and one messages from his brother, Jack. The sonva’ was having a field day with this. Text after text about how much trouble Race would be in, how he was grounded and how much shit Jack’s going to give him for this. Race ignored his brother, instead opting for spamming Albert with a variety of angry messages in all caps.

GottaGoFast - RedHeadHoe

19:05

GottaGoFast: ALBERT FUCKING DASILVA

GottaGoFast: U FUCKING BITCH

GottaGoFast: IM SO GOING TO KILL U

RedHeadHoe: ???

GottaGoFast: im at the police station

RadHeadHoe: oh what did u do now???

RedHeadHoe: OH

RedHeadHoe: YOU GOT CAUGHT

RedHeadHoe: HA

GottaGoFast: YEAH AND ITS ALL UR FAULT

RedHeadHoe: how is it my fault???

GottaGoFast: BECAUSE UR THE 1 WHO GAVE ME THE ID

RedHeadHoe: dude u didnt have to use it

RedHeadHoe: also i dont make them so it aint my fault

RedHeadHoe: blame my guy

GottaGoFast: ur guy?????

RedHeadHoe: ye

RedHeadHoe: skittery

GottaGoFast: ok but ur still dead

RedHeadHoe: cool

GottaGoFast: dentys gonna be here soon so gotta go

RedHeadHoe: good luck my dude

GottaGoFast: fuck u

RedHeadHoe: :)

Race slipped his phone into his pocket, just in time to see some familiar faces walk though the station door. Bryan Denton, Race’s foster father, walked up to the receptionist desk, before being pointed towards where the boys were sitting. Race looked at Crutchie, before straightening his back and putting on his most charming smile. "Heya Denty!" Race beamed, hoping to the gods above that this would go in his favour. Bryan didn't look particularly mad, but Denton never really got mad. It was like the man was incapable of it, it was great, and Race had done a lot of things that would cause any parent to flip their shit.

"Race," Bryan started, calm and collected as always."What were you thinking?" Okay, maybe it wasn't as great as Race thought, Denton's tranquill state was quite unsettling at the moment, Race had no idea what he was thinking.

"We'se just wanted to have a bit a' fun, ya know, teenage stuff," The blonde rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Did they'se tell ya 'bout da fine?"

"Yeah, they told me over the phone," Denton said. "I'll pay it and then we'll go home. Jack's waiting for us in the car.”

Race rolled his eyes. "Oh yay."

Crutchie didn't really pay much attention to the scene in front of him, he was too caught up in his own head. Fear and worry filled his thoughts, his grandmother wasn't the most forgiving then it came to things like this. Crutchie remembered once when he was 7 and snuck out of his room in the middle of the night to get one of the freshly baked cookies his grandmother had made that day, the elderly woman had found out about his midnight snack and boy was there hell to pay. She wasn't particularly mean or nasty, she could just be strict at times.

Times like these, Crutchie thought as he saw his grandmother barrel towards him with an expression that would make the toughest of men wet themselves. "Charles Andrew Morris! You are in so much trouble, young man!" Oh no, she used his full name. He really was a goner.

"Race, I don't think I'm comin' outta this alive…” Crutchie said.

Race snorted. "Don't worry, my dude, I got this." Crutchie didn't have time to ask what 'this' was, as Race stepped in front of him and greeted his grandmother.

"Mrs Morris, so good ta see ya 'gain," Race started. That diverted the woman from her path of destruction, as she instead gave the blonde a striking glare. The Italian tried not to shrink under her gaze, opting to continue with his sentence. "So um, ya see, Ma'am. It wasn't actually Crutchie's fault, it was mine. So, err, don't punish him for my mistake."

What?

Crutchie was in complete disbelief. And he wasn't the only one, Bryan shared a similar expression. While Race was a good friend, he was also a bit of an asshole, so him taking all the blame for this (even though it was his fault), was a surprise.

Crutchie’s grandmother eyed the boy suspiciously, before she turned on her heels and walked away. “Come on, Charlie, it’s time to go home.”

Crutchie was slightly dumbfounded, but didn’t question as he hugged Race. “Thanks man.”

Race winked and smiled. “No problem, Crutch. Text me if you ain’t dead!”

“Will do!”

RiceCrutchies - Racer

21:35

RiceCrutchies: Guess who aint dead :)))

Racer: yayyyy

Racer: so what happened

RiceCrutchies: Gran wasn’t very happy but she wasnt too mad

RiceCrutchies: Im grounded for 2 weeks tho

Racer: oh well at least we had 1 last night of fun before that

RiceCrutchies: Yea so how’d it go with Denton???

Racer: not too bad

Racer: im also grounded but they took my cigs at the police station so i need to get more from Albert

RiceCrutchies: You think you would have learnt your lesson but ok

Racer: 👌

Racer: i gotta go crutch see you in school???

RiceCrutchies: Yeah, see you and try not to do anything illegal between then

Racer: no promises

RiceCrutchies: 🤦‍

[eckvark]

hhh ok shows over so heres how the day went cus i have to unpack some of this shit-

1) i crushed one of my fingers while doing flys cus i reached too low on a moving rope :') 2) im very small and very weak so getting the scrim down in time was,, hhhhhh,,, but i got it down in time and then up again without hitting anyone (thought i was gonna hit a girl on accident cus this one girl decided to end her slide right underneath the scrim at the last moment and just freeze but she moved in time thank god) 3) Tim, Rick, guys come on,,,, please pay more fucking attention,,, yall were like 5 minutes late cus you decided not to pay attention to when the acting portion was actually going and then one of you decided to not make sure your computer was set up right ahead of time 4) Molly sweetie i am so sorry- your dress got caught on your foot like 4 times and while it was not my fault/i had no part in that,, i am so sorry that fucking sucks 5) Jeremiah may have been mad at just about everyone but he seems to like me so far so thats good though i only officially met him yesterday 6) i didnt think the day through very well and ended up wearing my binder for 15 hours cus i didnt have anything to change into :') f in the chat for that one 7) Fern i love you sm thank you for letting me infodump about Vocaloids in your car while you werent infodumping about lgbt history and linguistics 8) hhhhhh unrelated to theater but i fucked something up a few days ago and hhhhh it hasnt fixed itself or even gotten any better so hh,, i was doing so well too and then i had to fuck things up cus im awful like that 9) the identity crisis continues, i think i figured part of it out but not all of it,, hh 10) i just love getting sudden spikes of bravery/"yeah ok im ready to do xyz thing now" at the exact moment that i dont have the ability to actually do the thing cus there are two things i should probably do and i suddenly have the motivation to but for reasons outside of my control i literally can not do them

[wildflowergrant]

can you do an ethan imagine where you two are secretly a thing and you get into a fight while out with a group of friends and no one understands why it’s such a big deal until they put together the pieces and they try to help you guys make up? xx

Today was one of the days where all your friends got together. Literally all of them. Even though some people didn’t know other people, they still came over because their close friends were there. And of course, Grayson and Ethan’s place was where everyone went to since they have the biggest place.

But before everyone came, you and Ethan had a bit of a problem.

“I don’t know, maybe just hang out with your friends more so they won’t get suspicious.” You were planning out who’s going to ride with who and arrangements so nobody would get mad. But seems like that’s not going very well.

“Why are you so scared of them being so suspicious?”

“Because I don’t want them finding out.” He hugged and scrolled through his phone, answering the texts in the group chat.

“Why don’t you want anyone finding out?” He took a long blink, something you guys would do to tell each other if you were annoyed at something.

“Why are you asking so many questions? Why can’t you just agree?”

“Why can’t you just answer the question.” He rubbed his temple and breathed in deeply. After a few moments of waiting for him to reply, you gave up. “Fine, I get it. You’re probably embarrassed to be seen together with me.” Before he could even look at you, you were standing up and heading out the door.

As you walked through the doorway, your body bumped into Gray’s chest, and you stumbled back a bit. “What are you doing? Did you listen ya through here?” He froze.

“Y-Yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “Do you want to talk about it.”

“.. no.” He nodded and made way for you to pass him, leaving him behind most likely to talk to Ethan.

One by one, your friends came over and you sat on the other end of the couch, furthest from Ethan. Petty, but that’s how your mind worked at the moment. And instead of riding with your girlfriends, you decided to ride with Kyle, since he would be all alone in the hour drive.

“Hey, is it ok if I ride with you?” He looked up from his bags in the trunk and looked over at you.

“You sure? What about Ethan?” It was mostly Gray and Kyle who knew about you and Ethan, considering they’re always at the house.

You rolled your eyes and put your bags in his trunk. “There’s no way I’m gonna talk to him or even look at him.” He stood there, silent. Kyle’s always had a small little crush on you, and everybody knew. Even Ethan. But after you and Ethan became a thing, he went as far as threatening Kyle to not try anything.

And of course, he wasn’t stupid. He knew that through the whole drive he can’t try anything even if he really wants to.

“Ok, well I have nobody else riding along with me and it’ll be nice to have company.” She smiled and went off to get snacks. Kyle had a small grin on his face, but it was immediately wiped out when he saw Ethan giving him a ‘what the fuck just happened’ look. Kyle just shrugged his shoulders and followed you over.

Throughout the whole car ride, you vented to Kyle, mostly because you had to let it out.

“Hey, I’ll talk to him when we go to our Airbnb. Don’t worry about it.” You looked over to him as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Thanks, Ky.” He smiled and turned on the radio, both of you guys scrunching your faces at the song playing.

“I’ll put in my own music.” After setting up the Bluetooth music, you blasted the volume and you guys started to scream out every word to the lyrics.

What you guys didn’t see was Gray and Ethan next to you guys on the left, and Ethan saw both you and Kyle laughing together and singing. He told Gray that he couldn’t drive when he’s angry, so he had to sit in the passenger seat.

Ethan turned his head back, closing his eyes. “I’m gonna sleep for a while.”

After another 45 minutes, all of you guys arrived at the Airbnb, right on top of the beach. All of you guys put away your things and groceries, but immediately wanted to go out because it was golden hour.

You and your friends put on your bathing suit and headed out while the Gray was preparing the fire and Ethan was getting the s’mores. He looked out the window and saw you in the bathing suit that he loved, and it killed him that he can’t just go up to you and put a million towels over you. He saw you posing in the water and looked to the right to see Kyle taking photos of you. His hand clenched the bag of marshmallows in his hands and he huffed out.

Gray came up to him and got the bag of marshmallows before he could squeeze all of them. “Hey, you just need to talk to her. And trust me, Kyle wouldn’t do anything.” He went out and put the bag down in front of all of your guys’ friends and he sat down.

“Hey Gray?” He looked up.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Don’t you find it weird that Y/n’s hanging out with Kyle?” Her question made everyone else’s head turn to you and Kyle on th beachside laughing while taking more pictures.

He tried to act cool and play it off, saying “What do you mean? They always hang out.” One of your friends shook her head.

“No. She mostly hangs out with Ethan. They’re usually tied to the hip, but they’re literally distancing themselves right now.” This is where he fucks up. Gray can’t lie to his friends even if his life depended on it. He stammers, trying to find a good excuse, until one of the girls widens her eyes.

“Holy shit. They’re dating.” Everyone believes her, since she’s basically a lie detector. Gray shakes his head. “What? No. No they’re not.”

“Gray, you can stop lying. It’s obvious anyways.” Everyone looks at Ethan closing the sliding door with chocolate in his hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He put his lips into a thin line and shook his head no.

“I’d rather not.” He heard footsteps coming from behind him and saw you covered in a cover up and Kyle following you looking at the camera.

“Hey guys. What are we making? S’mores?” Ethan nods his head and you quickly glanced at him, not being able to look at him. “Ok. Let me change and I’ll come back.”

Kyle sits across from E and Ethan put his head in his hands.

“I’m so stupid. I don’t know why I never told her that I want to literally scream and shout out that I love her. Probably because I’m too much of a pussy. Like I am right now, because I’m too much of a little bitch to talk to her.” Ethan said it so fast that only a few people caught what he said.

Kyle leaned forward. “Hey. Just talk to her. You need to make the first step, or else nothing will happen.” Ethan nodded and stood up. “And tell the truth.”

He walked into your room to see you sitting on the bed on your phone.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” He sat down and there was an awkward silence for a few seconds.

“So.. are you just gonna sit here or is there another reason on why you came here?” You put your phone down and charged it.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.” He turned his body towards you. “Sorry for saying that I don’t want anybody to know that we’re together, because I do. I want everyone around us know that you’re my girlfriend.”

You smiled a bit and held his hand. “And I’m also sorry for being an idiot.”

Laying down, you opened your arms so he could lay on your chest. “E, I’m sorry for my actions this whole day. From pushing your boundaries this morning and for being so petty.” You were brushing your hands through his hair and he was crushing you, but you didnt want to move.

“Do we really need to move? I never want to move.” Ethan mumbled into your chest.

“No. I think Maria will get the memo and sleep somewhere else.”

You two fell asleep and everyone quietly cleaned up and got ready for bed, hoping that you guys won’t wake up and ruin the moment.

Requests are CLOSED

A/n: Hey! It’s been a while, and there’s still lots of requests in my inbox. It’s quite overwhelming, and sorry if it seems like I’m ignoring, because I’m not. It’s also been hard getting motivated to write, but I’m trying to write as much when I can and I don’t want to rush or push any of my writing, or else I won’t feel good about it.  I’m slowly trying to write every request so please be patient!! Also I love you guys so much

[fart-gate]

SG1

Season 3 episode 13

"THE DEVIL YOU KNOW"

Notes by me

- I havnt watched stargate in days be prepared for more horniness for martouf

- PREVIOUSLY - Jacob was captured by the devil himself, we on a rescue mission babeyyy, jolinar knows how to escape, martouf is hot, Apophis makes a dramatic entrance, tealc is still in space???

- "you do understand we're not happy to see you"

- Daniel getting mad and telling apophis that amunet got mirked . its the revenge he deserves

- martouf not wasting a minute to say I Told You So

- "secrets of earth" ??? What secrets??? How to make ketchup?? Its not like they have secret space ships or something

- sokar looks like voldemort if he had a nose

- Daniel and martouf taking care of jack❤❤❤ my boys

- meanwhile....tealc is just....still in space

- ok what??? Force fed cactus juice?

- how did her mom die? Car crash?

- Jacob talks so softly

- ok yeah it was a car crash god this is so sad poor Sam

- apophis wants the iris codes. Is that the only thing thats been stopping the goauld from attacking earth this whole time

- GOD the tokra are useless right now

- theres a bunch of buff dudes dragging Jack around and I'm here with my eyes

- Sam telling Jacob about seeing his grandkids again to keep him from giving up :)

- ok ok!!! I have thoughts about when Sam is talking to martouf about being tortured

1. Sam saying it feels like your actually there in your past. The camera panned to Daniel. Because he knows what that's like already. Back when he had to relive his parents death a hundred times.

2. Sam saying jolinar did what she had to to escape(sleeping with the top guard) and that martouf was probably angry. again the camera pans to Daniel because Daniel also had some mixed emotions when he found out sha're was pregnant by apophis.

3. The way martouf looks down sadly because hes trying not be angry but deep down he probably is :(

- "you're changing everything just to make it better!"

".....i know"

The fact that hes very calm in this memory makes me think he probably visited it many times before, regretting not playing catch with charlie 😞

- nuking the whole moon is our only option here

- Daniel helping Jack sit up💞

- "he put that memory thing on me....and then he gave me something....that reminded me of the 70s"

ALDBROEBDJS ACID TRIPPING!JACK CONFIRMED

- tokra guy: :( sorry about your friends bro. collateral damage

Tealc,in his head: I cant wait to personally throw you out the air lock

- martouf is just baby pls leave him alone

- HE BROKE??? All that talk of I Know How To Deal With Torture and you fuckin broke????

- ok wait hold on I'm pausing this bc I have a question. They call her jolinar and not Rosha (the hosts name I believe) all the time, and yet they call him martouf and not lantash ??? This is a time sensitive question bc I am impatient

- Antak is the tokra base :\

- "bring me Daniel jackson" ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok I'm ready

- martouf saying he couldnt let Sam die 💗💗💗💗💗 BIG husband material

- Antak was a lie my boy knows how to act 👌👌👌

- Daniel being sent sha'res stuff :(

- "we both drank from this cup at our wedding" you mean the wedding you didnt know was happening

- apophis wants his goddamn kid back

- no glasses! Daniel

- daniel willingly getting punched just so he can steal the walkie talkie. Why do you like pain

- martouf getting up and helping Daniel walk over to the rest I MEAN I MIGHT BE THINKING ABOUT THEM NOW 👀

- Jack is so proud he grabbed the walkie

- ya got 12 minutes until you blow up time to hustle

- martouf: well I lived a good life.

Jack: stop accepting your death pls

- announcer voice* well it looks like apophis plan backfired in his face again folks and now hes sentenced to death tisk tisk lets see how he handles it

- "tealc this is suicide!!" Youre the one that was gonna blow up his friends idiot be glad hes not ripping your arms off

- honestly im surprised he didnt shoot YOU into the moons core

- haha the tokra guy is like well I'm not getting out of here I might as well help out a little I guess

- when Satan yells in anger O.O Im scared someone hold me

- Daniel helping Jack walk ❤❤❤

- tealc sliding right under the mother ship without getting shot RIGHT when they beam up. Smoove wit it

- "we have escaped"

- they all look so beaten down

- tokra guy: i cant believe that worked!

Tealc:

- missions accomplished!! Jacob is saved!!!

- also rip to all those prisoners on sokar yeesh

- apophis is still alive OF COURSE bc why wouldnt he be >:(

~

Whump under the cut

Daniel jackson whump: manhandled, dirty, emotional, caged, back handed, yelling "no" , holding head, punched

Jack Oniell whump: staff blast to leg, noises! , forced drinking, face grabbed, manhandled, dirty, groaning, fainting, laying on ground, vivid recall

Sam carter: manhandled, hair grabbed , face grabbed , forced drinking, emotional, crying, caged, dirty, painful memories

Martouf whump: manhandled, caged,dirty , emotional, crying, begging, hallucinations , flinching

🎶listening to Down To The Bottom by Dorothy🎶

No glasses!Daniel for a few minutes

[teejthedoughboy]

Called It(Tyrus fanfic)

1720 Words

Wrote this at 3am with a friend so excuse any errors. Let us know if you’d like more fics :)

“Is there anything else you wanna ask me?” TJ inquires, his hand inching closer to Cyrus’. He’s so nervous he feels lightheaded.

“Is there anything else you wanna tell me?” Cyrus asks, looking down at TJ’s hand, which was inching closer to his as they spoke.

TJ smiles. “Yeah,” he pauses, not thinking about what could happen next “...is there anything you want to tell me?” Part of him isn't sure Cyrus knows what he’s referring to, and that makes what he just said a lot less terrifying.

“Yes.” Cyrus beams, grabbing the hand that TJ has subconsciously inched closer to him. As soon as he feels the contact, TJ lets out a breath of air. Then he smiles. He wants to just start laughing, he’s so happy. And yes, he’s nervous, and he can tell Cyrus is too, but no emotion can change the way he feels right now, because he’s holding hands with Cyrus Goodman.

“Sooo...now what?” Cyrus grins. TJ can see the joy in his eyes, and he feels like he’s about to explode. This isn’t some misunderstanding, or some game. TJ is holding Cyrus’s hand, and Cyrus is happy about it.

“I don’t know,” TJ trails off, “maybe this?” He says slowly, leaning in slightly towards Cyrus.

“Earth to TJ!” Andi yelled, frantically waving her hand in his face.

TJ looked around him. Right. He was packed into a booth at the Spoon with Andi, Buffy, Jonah and Cyrus. Hanging out with the four of them had sounded a little intimidating, but at least he got to see Cyrus.

“What? Sorry.” He apologized, snapping out of his daze, but quickly falling into another one as he looked over at the brown haired boy sitting across from him.

“It’s your turn! Truth or dare?” Buffy asked, eyeing him carefully.

“Dare I guess?” TJ smiled and raising his eyebrows at Cyrus, who smiled at him a little. TJ’s heart raced from that alone.

“Oooh okay dare. Dare, dare, dare. What’s a good dare?” Andi thought aloud, glancing around the Spoon.

“I GOT ONE!” Jonah chimes in. “Ask for her number.” He exclaims, pointing to the short brunette waitress TJ knew from school.

TJ glanced at Cyrus, the pair growing increasingly tense. In truth, the boys had been an unofficial “thing” since that night on the bench, but nobody else knew. Cyrus swallowed hard, training his eyes on the grimey tabletop.

“What? I-I can’t do that.” TJ stuttered, his eyes darting around the small restaurant.

“Why not? It’s not like you have a girlfriend...right? DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFR-“ Andi blurted, only to be cut off by TJ.

“NO! N-no I don’t...” he paused, looking at Cyrus‘ uncomfortable expression, “have a girlfriend- but...I don’t even know the waitress!”

“Chicken.” Buffy teased, punching TJ on the shoulder.

“Guys he doesn’t want to,” Cyrus said quietly, shooting a sheepish smile towards TJ.

“Yeah, you’re right. I withdraw my dare,” Jonah said, holding his hands up in defeat. “Also I withdraw myself. I should get going to my guitar lesson.” He stood up from the booth suddenly and gathered his belongings, nearly causing Cyrus and Buffy to slide out with him.

TJ smiled, because he shouldn’t be excited about something as dumb as this, but Cyrus was right across from him now.

He kicked Cyrus under the table and saw him turn a slight shade of red. Thelonius, he saw Cyrus mouth, and now it was TJ’s turn to shoot the boy a death stare. Bench or no bench, Cyrus was a great best friend.

The group said their goodbyes to Jonah, and then immediately returned to their intense game of truth or dare.

“Alright Andi, your turn. Truth or dare.” Buffy spoke.

“Honesty is the best policy!” Andi giggled at her cheesy joke.

“Okay. What’s the most awkward thing that’s ever happened to you?” Buffy laughed.

Andi took a minute to consider her answer. “Probably when Cyrus and I both liked Jonah.” She laughed a little.

The small group fell silent, Cyrus going beet red.

TJ stared straight ahead of him, repeating what Andi had just said over and over in his head. Cyrus looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. So it must’ve been true. Cyrus liked Jonah. For all TJ knew, he could still like him. Maybe it was true that Cyrus was gay, but maybe he didnt like TJ at all. Maybe he was just using him to get over Jonah, or to get a boyfriend in front of Jonah.

No, TJ told himself. Cyrus would never do something like that. Besides, he had to be over Jonah by now. Jonah was straight, wasn’t he? But Jonah was so much of a nicer, better person than TJ ever was. TJ imagined Cyrus picking between him and Jonah. For some reason, he couldn’t imagine Cyrus picking him instead. TJ felt sick.

“I take it back, this is the most awkward thing that’s happened to me,” said a voice at the other end of the booth. TJ barely heard Andi as she laughed again, not catching the drift.

Buffy clamped her bottom lip between her teeth, turning towards Andi. “TJ didn’t know…” she muttered at a level that could only be heard by a very flustered looking Andi.

“....ohhhh.” Andi said, her brows knitting together in concern as she noticed Cyrus’s pained expression and realized what she had done. The whole table watched as TJ stood up, his seemingly angered expression going blank.

“TJ,WAIT!” Cyrus called, ignoring his friends’ pleads to stay and running after the boy. TJ, unfortunately, was far more fit than Cyrus, due to his status of basketball team captain. Cyrus stopped frequently to catch his breath, letting himself fall behind TJ.

Cyrus stopped running when Main Street came to a dead end. Where would TJ have gone? To his house, to the school gym, to the park?

Oh, God. Cyrus knew exactly where TJ was. With the little energy he had left, he sprinted towards the park.

TJ sat, head in his hands, on a swing. Tears of anger were rolling down his face, he wasn’t mad at Cyrus or Jonah- how could he be? He was angry at himself for letting someone else break down his walls. He was angry at himself because he could never hate Cyrus, no matter how hard he tried.

TJ felt a presence sit down next to him on the swings. He had known that Cyrus would find him, but he had no idea what he was going to say.

“TJ-“ Cyrus started, his voice full of hurt.

“Just get away from me” TJ muttered, making it impossible for Cyrus to hear what he said.

“What? I didn’t hear you?” Said Cyrus.

“JUST GET AWAY FROM ME, OKAY CYRUS? WHY DO YOU THINK I RAN AWAY FROM YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?” TJ yelled suddenly, making Cyrus step back a little. He gulped, lifting his head up. “Just leave me alone.”

“You didn't leave me alone. The second time we were here.”

TJ was still fuming, and he was never known to be cooperative when he was angry. “Whatever Cyrus. Play your little game, see if I care. Just leave me out of it,” he said, standing up from the swings and beginning to stomp off.

Cyrus surprised himself when he grabbed onto TJ’s shirt, whirling him around. “Teej - I don’t - oh my God, are you crying?” He let his hand fall and looked straight at TJ. “Teej, what’s going on?”

“It’s not like it matters to you anyway,” TJ finally said, letting out a fake laugh. “I’m not stupid - well, maybe I am, but I know you were just...using me.” TJ choked out, not completely believing the words tumbling from his lips. He let a tear fall down his face.

These words hit Cyrus like daggers. “TJ come here.” Cyrus inhaled, not expecting TJ to turn around. Surprisingly, TJ listened, turning on his heel. Cyrus intertwined his fingers with TJ’s and began to speak, “come on. You know me better than this. Why would I ever hurt you? And Jonah… that was all a long time ago, I don’t have feelings like that towards him anymore. And for the record you are not stupid. Please stop saying that you are.”

TJ stood there wordlessly, for a while, drinking in Cyrus’ words. He finally spoke, “I’m so sorry, cy. You’re right. I do know you better. I know you wouldn’t use me or hurt me. And I’m really sorry if I hurt you. I just-“ he smiled sadly, “I just don’t want to lose this. I care about you so much, underdog.”

“I care about you too, so so much. I think you underestimate how much people care about you, TJ. And I - God, I can’t believe you thought I was using you for Jonah. Do you know how-” Cyrus laughed,”-how crazy I am about you?”

TJ smiled a little.

“No, seriously! You’re always so nice to me, and my friends - even Buffy now. You put up with their impromptu truth or dare sessions, and Buffy and Andi’s comments about everything, and you’re so funny too. You know, you’re so cute when you smile and- oh” Cyrus stopped, realizing he was rambling, and blushed a little. “I’ve liked you for months, Teej, much more than anything I ever felt for Jonah. I’m just so glad I have you.”

TJ shut his eyes closed till he saw red, and he smiled and smiled. “I’m so glad I have you, Cyrus,” he said.

“Now, do you think we could fit two people on a swing?”

Back at The Spoon Buffy was trying, but failing, to comfort Andi.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT! I DIDN'T REALIZE - OH GOD CYRUS IS GONNA HATE ME!” Andi wailed, facepalming.

“Just calm down!” Buffy urged, looking out the window searching for any sign of either TJ or Cyrus. She was surprised to see the boys walking together, injured from a very bad, gay idea. She smiled faintly. “Hey Andi?” She called.

“Yeah?” Andi asked, turning her head to see what her friend was gaping at.

“I think they’re going to be just fine,” Buffy laughed, gazing at Andi’s awestruck expression.

“Called it.” Andi smirked.

[softforcal]

HCs for angry sex with Gryffindor!Ash in the prefect bathtub after a particularly tough match against Slytherin. (Especially since maybe the captain of Slytherin quidditch team, Calum, was talking before the match about how good Ravenclaw!Reader would look in his bed instead?) pleeeeaaaseeee

Gryffindor!Ash x Ravenclaw!Reader

-i am so fucking ready for this fam

-so you’re this gorgeous Ravenclaw and people in every house are into you because hot damn babe

-Gryffindor!Ashton is team captain of his Quidditch team and beater, oh and also a Prefect because this is the golden lion boy of Gryffindor

-Slytherin!Calum is team captain of his Quidditch team and seeker

-these two have had beef since the year they were both appointed rival captains

-it seemed like they were competing over everything

-which made it no surprise that they both got interested in you at the same time

-so anyways, its game day between Slytherin and Gryffindor

-you’re hanging out with Ashton, you’ve gone on a few cute dates but nothing serious, however you’re still going to go cheer him on because why wouldn’t you?

-so the two of you are hanging out, having a laugh with some other buds

-Hufflepuff!Luke kinda nudges Ashton and whispers “Calum’s talking about Y/N again.”

-see, Calum talks about you a lot and word of it always gets back to Ashton

-Calum totally knows that it makes Ashton really angry but Calum doesn’t care

-Ashton sighs but pretends to still be in his conversation with you and his buds while straining his ears to hear what Cal is saying

-and of course, yeah, Cal is talking about how gorgeous you look and how red is such a shit colour and maybe he’ll offer you his green scarf for the match because you’d look sexy as fuck in his scarf

-Ashton makes a huge show of offering you his scarf then and there

-of course you accept it and people are kinda like holy fuck, Irwin is making his move

-he’s really cute and protective when he’s mad

-its getting close to match time and his team has to go so he gives you a little hug and you leave to go early to the arena to find a good seat with Luke

-Ashton’s entire team knows about his beef with Hood so they’re all kinda like “Y/N’s wearing your scarf, that’s bound to piss the guy off.”

-they all know that its making Ashton angry but he plays better when he’s mad so they all kinda play along, plus there really isn’t a way to make Ashton feel better about the situation? so they roll with it

-the teams exiting the change rooms and Calum is walking a few feet ahead of Ashton…. then he says it.

-”can’t stop thinking about how fucking good Y/N would look on my bed. it’s a fucking shame she’s with Irwin. she’ll see it too soon enough then she’ll come running to me.”

-a few of Ashton’s team mates put their hands on his arms to make sure he’s not about to run up and kick Cal’s ass

-they all get on their brooms and the game begins

-Ash’s eye is on Cal

-every bludger he sees he sends flying towards Calum

-he’s going mental and everyone can see it

-he’s always aimed for Cal but this is just next level shit

-its a tough match

-Ashton keeps barely missing Cal with his bludgers which is keeping Calum from getting the snitch

-its a long game

-lots of swearing

-like Cal is having a shit time because he’s spending more effort on dodging balls than actually catching the snitch

-like everyone watching can really tell that Cal and Ash had some sort of beef that day because this is wild

-”Ash looks really angry.” you state from where you’re sitting, “i hope he’s alright.” “he’s fine, Calum’s just getting on his nerves lately is all.” Luke sighs

-but like… lets admit how sexy this would be too, cuz Ash is all beefy and sweaty and just hitting balls at people, this sounds so weird but you feel me

-finally Gryffindor catches the snitch and everyone lands their brooms

-Cal begins barrelling towards Ashton who does the same and it takes their entire teams to hold them both back

-people watching from the stands anxiously because yeah, Cal and Ash have had beef before but they’ve never actually gotten into a fight, least of all on the pitch in front of everyone

-they’re yelling and swearing at each other and you make it down to the field just as Ashton gets let go by his team as he turns to storm towards the castle, you pick up his discarded broom and run to follow him

-”Ashton!” you call but he doesn’t stop

-you finally catch up in a hallway and you force him to stop walking, grabbing his face, “look at me.” you plead, “what can i do?”

-he looks at the ground then grabs your hand and pulls you

-following him through the school and you end up going into the prefect bathroom

-you’ve never been in it because you’re not a prefect like Ashton is

-he lets go of you to go turn on the huge bath, that is, in all honestly, more like a pool, then comes back to you, taking his broom, mumbling a thank you, then setting it against the wall

-you can tell he’s still fuming though, fists clenched at his sides

-so lets be serious, you’d heard about this Gryffindor boy. you’d heard about him being a raunchy dom and when he took you on a few cute dates you were honestly surprised he didn’t like throw you against a wall and fuck the shit out of you afterwards which is what made you realize he was actually interested in a relationship with you

-but looking at him, all angry and sweaty, you know what’s gonna cheer this boy up

-(oh my god i’m sitting here asking myself if we’re going to go for daddy kink or not. fuck my life. i don’t know. i can’t make these decisions)

-i mean if you’re into it you could say something like “tell me what i can do to make you feel better Daddy.”

-but if you’re not into daddy stuff you could go for something simple like “i want you to wreck me Ashton.”

-either way it gets his attention

-he looks up at you and his eyes search your face and he realizes you’re not fucking around

-you don’t have to tell this boy twice

-his body pinning you to a wall, hands on your face as his lips just begin to ravage you

-just the perfect amount of tongue

-and he’s so good with his mouth and he hasn’t even really done anything yet? like fuuuuuck

-he moves down to your neck and of course this asshole knows how to find your spots

-you can feel his teeth but its super hot

-you fucking know he’s marking you up but you don’t even mind

-lots of moaning already

-legitimately tearing each others clothes off

-then he stops and picks up his red scarf, wrapping it around your neck and using it to lead you to the huge prefect bath, he gets in and you’re about to follow but he’s just like “lay on the edge with your feet in the water and your legs open.”

-you hesitantly do as your told and lay down, propping yourself up on your elbows to see what he’s going to do

-and this boy kisses your inner thighs, putting one leg over his shoulder

-”you look good in red.” he states, referring to his scarf thats still around your neck

-and then he just goes to town on your pussy

-like i’m talking devouring

-your hands going into his beautiful curls

-the prefect bathroom would definitely have an echo effect

-he’d make you cum once with his tongue and twice with his fingers

-you’re a complete mess

-he removes his scarf from your neck

-the prefect bath has like, bench seats in the water and he sits down, pulling you into the water and onto his lap

-he slides into you and you both groan

-you begin bouncing and kissing him

-his hands wander your body

-but this boy is still kinda angry and letting you control the pace is not working for him

-standing up in the water is easy with you because the water helps hold you up, making it easier

-then he’s pounding into you again

-and the water is so warm and nice and you’re just like dying

-his lips all over your neck and shoulders

-”fuck, say you’re mine.” he states and you know he’s getting close

-”I’m yours.”

-”Louder.”

-”I’m yours Ashton!”

-”fuck Calum Hood.” he states somewhat abruptly

-”yeah, fuck that guy.” you agree

-and just like that the anger kind of dissipates and he starts to giggle and you realize, “Ash, has this whole thing been about Hood?” you say between moans from his lips on your neck

-he doesn’t answer

-you can tell from his increasingly frequent groans that he is hella close

-tangling your fingers in his hair

-he loves dirty talk and praise

-especially now that you know what this whole thing is about

-”fuck, i’m yours Ashton.” you moan

-his grip on you tightens

-”only yours.” you repeat

-he groans and thrusts a few more times, letting out a shaky sound as he cums

-(i didnt mention condoms but ya’ll are wizards and shit, you probably have some witchy birth control, don’t quote me fam)

-he continues to just hold you in the warm water, breathing heavily with his face buried in your neck

-you just stroke his back and run your fingers through his hair

-he finally pulls away from your neck and lets out a happy sigh, looking at you in your eyes and kissing you sweetly

-”Calum said he wanted to fuck you earlier.” Ashton states

-you frown, “i’m sorry that got you upset Ashton.”

-”you’re mine… right?” he asks

-”Ashton Irwin are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” you tease, running your fingers over his face

-he grins, “yeah.”

-”i’m yours Ashton Irwin.” you state, kissing his nose, “you don’t have to worry about Calum.”

-you just enjoy being together like that for a while then Ashton is like “i’m so sorry about your neck. i’m sure you have a spell to fix it though-”

-”no, hickies are fine.” you state. but he is right. you Ravenclaws mastered the art of hiding love marks long ago

-”you sure? i marked you up pretty bad.” he says somewhat sheepishly, brushing his fingers over your neck

-”good, let Hood see that my Lion has teeth.” you tease

-you continue your bath, him holding you and just enjoying each other

-then he helps you out of the bath and wraps a towel around you

-you walk by a mirror and are shook because this boy marked you up good

-”sure you don’t want to take back your refusal to hide those marks?” Ashton teases

-you look at him stubbornly, “nope.”

-”well, here,” he says, tossing you his red scarf, “you can cover it mostly with this. you look really cute in red. blue is nice, but red is fire.”

-the two of you are about to leave the bathroom and Ashton is just like, “hey, i didn’t hurt you did I?”

-”not at all, it was great Ashton, really.” you smile, “like i don’t want you to get angry because of Calum, but if anything else sets you off, i’m definitely down for this again.”

-he needs assurance because he knows not everyone is into rough stuff and he really cares about you

-the two of you going down to lunch together hand in hand

-you take great care to stop directly in front of Calum and turn to Ashton, “hey, i think you need your scarf back.” you state, pulling it from your neck to reveal the absolute mess Ashton had made on your skin

-Ashton grins, making sure Calum has noticed before he says, “nah, you’re cute in red babe.” as he wraps it around your neck again and uses it to pull you to his lips

-”I’m yours.” you state with a grin when you pull away from the kiss

-Calum is fuming. like i mean straight up holding his knife like he wants to murder Ashton. but one thing is clear, he will never make a remark about wanting to fuck you again because obviously it had the opposite effect from what he intended.

[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

A family: Larry x Fem! Reader Part 1.

A/n Small warning of mentions of sex and a couple sexual scenes will take place but I don't know if I'll do full lemons or not, they're won't be a dull lemon in this. As always theres definitely cussing. Takes place in high school. An au where the apartments have ghosts and the cult exists but the red eyed demon doesn't. Anyways enjoy this little story hope it's good.

I woke up with the weight of someone's arm around bare waist. Looking down I see everything was still bare from the night before. The arm wrapped around me belongs to none other than my very best friend Larry. Yep you read that right best friend not boyfriend. Considering how lonely and well horny we had both been lately we decided a friends with benefits relationship would be a good idea.

With a small stretch I carefully pulled Larry's arm off of my body and pulled myself from the bed. I let out a small giggle as Larry readjusted to where he was cuddling a pillow. "Goofball." I scoffed grabbing my underwear and sliding them on as well one of Larry's many Sanitys Fall shirts. I made my way out into his bathroom brushing my teeth and making my hair look like I hadn't just spent the night having sex.

I also made sure to slip on my skinny jeans from last night. I frowned feeling the way I struggled to get them on. "Damn it. How the hell did I shrink my jeans?!" I huffed looking into the mirror. I lifted the shirt that was way too big on me. I had noticed my stomach was sticking out a tiny bit more but not a lot. On the plus size it looked like my tits had also gotten bigger.

When I exited the bathroom Larry's mom Lisa was leaning against the counter sipping coffee. "Morning (y/n). I didn't know you were staying last night." She said flashing me her warm smile. "Morning Lisa. I wasn't planning on it but by the time we finished with our art project it was so late I didn't want to wake you or my parents so I just stayed." I shrugged. I felt kind of guilty lying to Lisa since she was more like a mom to me than my own mother. I also didn't want to risk her finding out and not letting me sleep over anymore.

She finished her coffee and set the cup in the sink. "Well you know you're always welcome here. Will I see you for family dinner tonight?" She asked collecting her things for work. She seemed to pause reaching around her pockets while looking around the room. I grabbed her keys from couch and handed them to her making her smile. "Wouldn't miss it!" I beamed. "See you kids tonight then. Give Larry a kiss goodbye for me." She joked hugging me goodbye.

Once she left I went ahead and poured two cups of coffee. As I was making two plates of the eggs and toast Lisa had prepared I heard the bedroom door creak open. Larry stumbled out still tired. "Morning sleepy head." I smirked. "Morning." He yawned making his way over to the table. I placed a kiss on his cheek handing him his coffee. "What was that for?"

"Its from your mom."

"I don't get one from you?"

"No way you have morning breath."

He grabbed my arm pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. One of hands moved to my hips the other to the back of my neck. He pulled me into a heated kiss sliding his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss and pulled me closer. We stayed like that until we had to pull away for air. "Hurry up and get ready Johnson." I breathed getting up and eating my breakfast.

Once the two of us had eaten and he had gotten dressed we grabbed our bags and headed out to meet up with Sal. "You look good in my shirt by the way." He whispered as you approached your friends door. I smirked quickly tapping the door. Soon after Sal exited the apartment and the three of us left for school.

Sal and Larry had their first period together but I had it with our friend Ashley. The two of us were in the gym locker room changing into our Knockfell High uniforms.

"So then I told my mom i had important plans tonight and she actually told me that my brother was more important and to cancel. Can you believe that? So I told her you and I were studying for some exam."

I was laughing at Ashley's excuse when one of the other girls sprayed on her perfume and even though she didn't spray much it was like the smell surrounded me. My stomach bubbled and suddenly I could feel the eggs from that morning in the back of my throat. Nausea overcame me I couldn't help it so I ran into the biggest stall and collapsed onto my knees puking immediately into the bowl.

Ashley came over and knocked on the stall door. "You ok babes?" She asked concern lacing her voice. I finished puking and flushed the toilet. "Yeah I think so." I said confused. "Are you sure? You got sick this time yesterday too." She pointed out. I thought for a moment realizing she was right. Eveyday about this time I got sick. What the hell was wrong with me? I shakily stood up to leave the bathroom when a health poster taped to the door caught my attention. It was one of the new Planned Parenthood posters with information on pregnancy and STDs. My eyes grew at a sudden theory popped into my head.

"H-hey Ashes what's the date today?" I asked exiting the bathroom. "Its the fifteenth. Ohh Is it that time of the month that's bothering you?" She asked placing a comforting hand on my bag. I thought for a moment doing the math in my head. "I-I Ha-have to go." I stuttered grabbing my bag and running from the room. As I ran to town I silently prayed I was wrong that I had miscounted.

I ran straight to the store probably looking like a crazy person that passed by. But I got to the pharmacy quickly not even remembering most of my way there from how quickly I was going. The bell jingles as I make my way inside abruptly causing several shoppers and a couple employees to stop and stare. Ignoring their looks I made my way to the isle and started searching. I never knew how many types of tests there could be. I grabbed one I thought would work and made my way to the counter. The cashier was an older woman who started at me with a judging look on her face the whole time. I did my best to ignore her shoving the money onto the counter. The minute she handed me the bag I took off heading to the apartments.

I could feel warm tears falling down my cheeks and was breathing rapidly as I ran home. I ran straight into the building and into the elevator pressing my back up against the wall as it moved. Luckily my parents wouldn't be home at least I'd have privacy for my whole world ending. The second the doors open I bolted right into my apartment dropping my bag on the couch before running to my room. I went into the bathroom taking the test before sitting on the floor.

2 long minutes later the test read positive. I felt my whole world come crashing down around me when those little lines appeared. "How could this happen?" I mumble out loud. I was completely shocked, Larry and I were careful plus I had birth control. That's when a light bulb went off in my head. Struggling to pull myself off the floor I ran into my room. I didnt find what I was looking for in my bags or in my bathroom. I fished around in my dresser still not finding what I was searching for. That's when I remembered were I was last night and most nights.

"Shit shit shit!" I mumbled grabbingmy purse and my keys as well as hiding the test in my pocket before exiting my apartment. I made my way down to the basement hoping that Lisa wasn't home. Unfortunately as I opened the door she was in the kitchen making a fried balogna sandwich. As soon as I walked through that door the smell filled my nose and the nausea returned. I tried to swallow down walking farther into the apartment.

"(Y/n) dear why are you not in school what happened? Are you sick? You don't look like you're feeling too well?" She asked in her motherly voice. "Li-lisa I-" before I could finish my sentence I felt what was left of my food coming back up. I ran straight into the bathroom not bothering to close the door. As I threw up I could feel Lisa pulling my hair back. She held my hair back in one hand and soothed my back with the other.

When I finished throwing up I flushed the toilet and Lisa put my hair up into a ponytail. I learned up against the bathroom wall feeling tears spill down my cheeks again. Silent tears cascaded to the floor. Lisa filled up a dixie cup with water and dampened a wash cloth handing the cup to me and wiping my face with the cloth. "There there dear its alright. Why don't you and I go sit on the sofa and talk?" She suggested as I swallowed a majority of the water.

The two of us made our way into the living room sitting on the couch. Lisa left a comforting hand on my back as I struggled to breath. I let it all come out spilling every detail like more vomit coming out as words. Lisa continued to comfort me with a shocked expression on her face. "Are you sure did you take a test?" She asked handing me a tissue. I handed her the test before wiping my nose.

"Does Larry know yet?" She asked. I shook my head in response. "I just figured it out and got the test today." Lisa nodded her head for a moment clearly in thought. "Wait right here." She said grabbing her phone from the coffee table. She came back in probably ten minutes later purse in hand and changed into casual clothes. "Come on were gonna meet a friend of mine at planned parenthood. Just to double check. And they'll give you information on your choices." She informed me. The two of us made our way out to Lisa's pickup truck silently.

"Are you mad?" I asked breaking the silence as we turned off the road. She sighed stopping at a red light and putting her hand on my shoulder. "A little disappointed maybe but never mad." She smiled. It didn't take very long for us to get there. There was a handful of protesters outside the building as well as a few people passing by who stared at me with the same look as the cashier earlier. Lisa wrapped her arm around me glaring at the others.

About an hour later I was exiting the clinic with a handful of pamphlets and brochures and my head spinning. "Do you have any thoughts on what to do?" Lisa asked me as we climbed into the car. "I think I should talk to Larry before I make any decision." I sighed leaning back into the seat. Lisa nodded and we drove back home.

"You should call your parents over for family dinner tonight. Once the other kids leave we can all sit down and talk." Lisa suggested. She was always so smart and caring. I knew she would be mentally freaking out so it meant a lot that she was being comforting. "I just hope they're as nice as you're being. Thank you so much Lisa." I said with a small smile. She smiled back as we pulled back to the apartments.

Once we got back to her apartment I hid the test and pamphlets in my bag. "Larry should be home any minute now if you wanna wait in the treehouse to talk to him. Just promise me you'll be careful climbing up there." She said softly. I nodded giving her a hug which she returned tightly. When we pulled apart she handed me a water bottle. "Drink this while you're waiting. After throwing up you need to make sure you stay hydrated. Especially with my grandbaby in your tummy." She smiled winking. I smiled grabbing the water before making my way out to the treehouse to wait for Larry.

I walked around the small treehouse admiring some of the polaroids and pictures that Larry painted. I smiled seeing one of Larry and I. Sal had taken just a month ago. Larry had his arms around me as we painted something. He was trying to teach me how he paints but really it came out as a mess on the canvas. "That's a good picture of us." A voice said from behind me. I turned to see Larry standing there smiling at me. "Sure is. Look Larry I need to talk to you about something serious. Can we sit down?" I asked gesturing towards two beanbag seats he kept up here. He looked confused but nodded.

The two of us took a seat and I was suddenly nervous. We were only 16 we couldn't be parents. "Hey what's wrong (nickname)?" He asked grabbing my hand. I took a deep breath squeezing his hand before grabbing the test from my pocket. "I'm pregnant." I said simply despite the fear in my chest. Larry's eyes got wide and he grabbed the test from my hands. "Dude if this is a joke it's not funny." He said jumping up. By now the tears were starting to fall. "Its not a joke Larry." I sniffed standing up with him. "B-but how?" He asked running his hand through his messy long hair.

"I must've missed a pill or something."

"You missed a pill? How could you have missed a pill and not tell me!" He asked upset. "It happens Larry I don't know. But this isn't just my fault we did this."

"You're right sorry. What do you want to do have you made a decision on keeping it?"

"I don't know I wanted to talk to you."

"We're sixteen (Y/n) were too young."

"I know I know. But I don't think I want to abort it, it just sounds wrong. I believe women should have the right to choose but I don't want to abort our baby."

"Of course you don't I mean I wouldnt either if I was you. I don't know how I feel about adoption. I mean I love my mom and she did a great job but not knowing my dad and not knowing that part of myself was hard. I don't think I could do that to my kid. I always told myself I'd be there for my kid unlike him."

"That only leaves one option Larry."

He sighed looking at me for a moment before coming over and wrapping his arms around me. "Looks like we're gonna have this baby. If you're sure that is." He whispered holding me close. "I'm sure I want us to keep our baby." I replied. Larry pulled away a bit wiping away my tears. "Your mom went with me to the clinic and everything but we should go tell her we're keeping it." I told him looking up to meet his eyes. He honestly looked kind of happy. "Guess so much for strings attached huh." He joked laughing his melodic laugh. I laughed and we made our way out and back to the treehouse.

Ok that was it for the first chapter let me know what you think if you'd like but I'm definitely making it a series.

~Lex💛

[obsessive-ego]

Apologize with spiders

Just a small musical beetlejuice x reader

...

He was mad at you

Well, mad wasnt the exact word, upset? A bit of both???

You canceled yours and Beej's movie night last minute to hang with an old friend who was in town for a few days, and needless to say he wasnt too pleased, you told the demon you can just do it the next night, or whenever works.

"That's not the point y/n! You cant just- fine, hang with your stupid breather friends, who cares if you made a commitment already with someone else, it doesnt matter since they're already dead, THEIR FEELINGS ARE IRRELEVANT! WHO CARES, WHY WOULD A BREATHER WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH A ROTTEN CORPSE ANYWAY!" And with a puff of red smoke he was gone.

For a 500 year old demon he sure as hell acted like a child, he was right, in a way, canceling plans with one friend for another was pretty dirty, but they were only in town for one night, not that beetlejuice would listen, and it wasnt like you couldnt reschedul l.The best bet was to let him cool off for a bit, then confront this issue, and admit your mistake.

A few days of being apart gave you time to think, you started to feel really rotten about the whole ordeal with Beetlejuice, so you try to make things right, you have went out and bought Beetlejuice a special treat as a peace offering, something he knew you loathed, dried lightly salted tarantulas, if you were gonna try to apologize to a demon you had to have a barging chip, it also didnt hurt to show some leg, you sigh sliding on what he has told you countless times 'his favourite booty shorts' you could practically hear him whistle 'love to bounce a coin off that ass sweetheart' in that low gravely tone that made your knees weak.

Walking into your living room barging chip in hand, you take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, yes you summoned beetlejuice multiple times, but he's probably still mad at you, and honestly he was the scariest when he was mad.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice"

You stop, anxiety feels your chest, maybe this wasnt a good idea, maybe he was still mad.

"Beetlejuice" with out thinking it slips out, fuck, immediately having second thoughts about this

"Y/n?"

Snap from your panic, you look up, he was here, no longer red with anger, but instead a deep purple hue graced his features.

"I- um, ah, sorry to bother you" you stammer out, great start. "I'm sorry for the other night, what did was shitty, I knew we already had plans-"

Beetlejuice raising his hand as a signal to stop, "yeah it was shitty, but I wasnt exactly blameless, screaming at you and all"

You give him a soft smile, honestly, you didnt expect this to go so smoothly "Oh! Here, I got these just for you, as an apology gift" you hand him the bag of dried tarantulas.

The ghoul immediately lights up, purple hue rapidly replaced with the neon green you loved to see.

"Doll, you hate this shit" he laughs

"Yes, BUT, I care more about you, more then my disgust for-"

CRUNCH

The sound alone made you want to gag "more then my disgust for your odd eating habits" you force a soft smile, trying to hide your disgust, the idea of eating spiders enjoyably would make anyone ill.

"Aww sugar your too sweet" beetlejuice give you a toothy grin where you could see the bits of spider in his teeth, he chuckles at your forced expression "you really fell head over heels for me huh? You like me more then you hate spiders, and that's alot~ on top of that you dressed real nice for me today did ya?~" he purrs you could see bits of his scruffy beard turn pink.

"I do care about you, you may be an awful, gross, perverted creep, but, you're still very important to me" you could hear your heart hammering in your ears, it wasnt exactly easy for you to say those things, but, they were true. Beetlejuice hums at your words, content, with your honestly.

The room is heavy with a peaceful silence, just the two of you.

"Want one?"

"No, never"